There are darker places
That reach like sticky tar
For just a spark of light
Hungry for the warmth
For the love it threw away
Jealousy rages from shadows
Contagious and sharp
A black bloodletting to cure
The goodness inside us
CURING GOODNESS
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To paraphrase W. H. Auden, there is that evil which, unable to imagine good, sees it as a sickness.
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