evil is elemental but it manages nevertheless
a reach into the most material of things;
and only by accepting the physical presence of this evil
can we come to accept it morally; as a moral reality.
evil is a weed in a garden of hibiscus, a thick obnoxious root,
a fungus on something otherwise living;
nevertheless, it is as real as vine clinging
on the walls, ever too low, ever too brittle,
of our perceived moral structure and order.
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