It disturbs me,
The dysfunctional nature of opposites,
Something in sorrow allowing recognition of joy,
Something in love making hate possible.
Is it because the comfort of the womb
Is ended with a blow and tears,
Or because ying and yang are folded together?
Is it because God’s favorite angel
Was thrown down?
Does He need evil to be good?
Without the law,
Is it possible to break it?
Do we really know right from wrong?
Am I just rehashing nature vs. nurture?
How can it be
Beauty, sometimes, is inseparable from horror?
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