Liber by Twilight

Evil is in what
exists by fate,
For a purpose,
For a cause.

It is the stone eroded by water,
It is the wrinkling of trees,
It is the carcass of a swallow.

But I know that
Somewhere,
Just across the street
Or on some distant shore,

But I know that
Something,
A beautiful flower
Or some strange fish,

Rest where it doesn’t belong.
Without a purpose
Without a cause.

So the flower in the desert,
The bird in the sea are
Without logic
Without sense.

Those anomalies
Stand for a tear in
The evil mechanism of the world.

And I know that
Someone
Would listen to my cry,
Would plant a flower in the desert,
Would tend to that flower,

Then they would come back to me,
Bring me to the flower,
Smile at me
And say:

“Look! There is your flower”

And then I would call this someone
Friend,
Who did for me something
Without purpose
Without reason
Without sense.

And I would smile,
Happy to know that
This social bonding
Called friendship
Can sabotage
The evil engine that move the world.