LIMINAL CREATURE
Not in, nor out, this cryptic travesty,
In chronic cloud its features criminal,
Reveals its mur'drous triptych panoply--
The black aquarium of the creature liminal.
Teacher subliminal, wrought in bestial art,
No faith in faithless adventitious plegdge
Will rise from those with fraught and specious hearts;
Instead is thrust a superstitious wedge.
Pernicious edge, with prudence you're approached,
Yet sapient most are those with craven mien;
Half-human playmates scorn the sure reproach.
And mercenary souls make maven fiends.
Not true, nor false, in neverending dawn
And dusk remains the half-formed halfway's pawn.
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