Jul 20, 2021

an evil that is fierce

The horizon trips while running, and sprains its ankle.

The moon, at its most narrow, cries from loneliness. 

A dark afternoon, and the ocean gives up the ghost 

And slowly begins to return up the rivers.

There was a time when both good and evil could be fierce;

Now it seems as though good remains tame and quiet,

And we are left to deal with an evil that is fierce.

It seems like there should be more for me to say

About this, but, like mankind, I have nothing.




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