Antidote to evil
is the peace in sleep that comes
when all hope of it is gone.
That resolution of night into light,
the bawdy eye of a grackle
in its ungainly dull body glittering
The acquiescence to destruction
that makes impermanence eternal.
Life many formed and changeful
commands resistance, liquid and elemental,
saying the yes now that will later be no.
You like a burning under the moon,
freezing the sun,
a bonfire burned down
to the banked coals of life,
glowing with the fitful cool of death.
Servant tool or instrument of neither.
Only the twinned image of a dual contradiction.
September 1988, Revised November 2010
Image by Dean Bertoncelj
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