I love this poem
Its economy of words
Its simple insight
Tag: good
Out of the Nothingness
Before the sun ever rose
In the time before time
Or consciousness
Or biology
In the time before time
Or consciousness
Or biology
In the infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be noticed
What choice was there but to be
Though such was not a choice
In the next infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be valued
What choice was there to be good
What choice was there to be evil
So I wonder if
Somehow
The more we choose to value
The less we choose to be
The more good and evil we create
Out of the nothingness of being
Which preceded time
I
Sometimes
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience
Sometimes
This body
Like a trophy
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Beyond my ability
Beyond my creation
And I
Wonder I
At who am I
Whether this body is I
Or some other I
The Line
I try to stay
On the right side of the line
I try to know
What the right side is
On the right side of the line
I try to know
What the right side is
It’s not always easy
Not like a centreline
On the highway
On which I drive through life
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Except to pass
The Many Faces of Evil
I am fascinated
By the many faces of evil
Or, rather, the masks
Put on, not by the wearer
But by the eye and imagination
By the prejudice and will
Of individuals
And the masses
By the many faces of evil
Or, rather, the masks
Put on, not by the wearer
But by the eye and imagination
By the prejudice and will
Of individuals
And the masses
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named
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