How will
blood answer the mind's command?
The dark
and the light are what make us complete.
Every
virtue an advance, each sin a retreat,
street
voices scrape, compel and demand
the eyes
that see, the hearts that beat.
The
dictator was once a baby, so sweet--
Evil in
us, like cancer, shrinks or expands,
fills
with the dark and the light, makes us complete.
The
angel is tempered by anger's strong heat.
What
will you censor, what should be banned?
The eyes
that see, the hearts that beat?
The
conscience that guides, the urges that eat--
Stay
hungry, search on—how much can you stand?
The dark
and the light are what make us complete.
That
baffling place, where reason and desire meet--
Will you
fling a fist or offer an open hand
to the
eyes that see, the hearts that beat,
in the
dark and the light which make us complete?
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