My Specific Evil Poem by TP Sage
My Specific Evil
Don't anticipate my apathy.
If you interpret my silence
you deny me the opportunity
to bargain with my conscious.
Let me consider
both the porcelain and the pottery,
and should I shatter one
or both
the light of day will reveal
the shards of my specific evil.
Even when the day
begins to lose its honest light
I will help you to condemn my dusk
or perhaps
celebrate my dawn.
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