In this place where good is only known
by how it’s able to knock evil off its throne;
where the only way for good to cry
happy and exultant is for evil to die;
for good to have a chance to expose evil’s tricks,
evil must be allowed to get in its licks;
no matter how you personally feel about doom,
everyone needs room.
The world must be big enough to hold
love victorious when everyone is told
love will never win.
The only way to conquer sin
is to give evil time, the means, and the space
to engage large stars—and extra room, just in case
more evil (suffering) is required—
evil needs to hide and rest (it gets tired)—
look! the large stars are spots of light
and evil needs to come up with plans tonight
if we are to meet it on the plains this afternoon;
and all afternoons are needed now.
We need to figure out how
to keep ourselves awake
the entire night (shall we dream?) for our sake.
We need to keep reaching
those sick of our preaching
and reach those tired of our poetry which lets
beauty love innocence. Careful. Beauty forgets.
Good needs but a moment to speak.
Give evil eternity—it will get weak.
Evil has a desire
to fool us with a lithesome fire.
Give evil room
for its noise, so harmony may bloom,
quiet music reaching the ceiling where
space finally stops. We need to care
about evil. We need room
to finally find evil and take the time to show it to its doom.
We’ll reach the end at last
and be able to turn and admire the past.
Good must show evil how.
All afternoons are needed now.