Beneath the
condescending
trees and amidst
the casual
display
of lush
adolescence
and domino game
Post-mortems and
bites from every race of ants
I am in search
of an
intersection
between verse and
prose
a
Fusion that will not
obliterate
either
but
allow
Yang to
mingle
with
Yin
without
judgement
or scorn or
unwitting debasement
A mingling
the way the
troops
must have done
about
a Century ago
on the Western front
before returning
to the false
comfort
of
hostility
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