This poem is a reflection on a natural tendency to overestimate our own goodness and others’ badness. Hubris is powerfully deceptive; and, much like honesty, humility pays, but not as much as I’d like it to…
Good, Bad, In Different
I under went
An out-of-sight incite
That people are neither
As good as you think
As bad as you think
Halving two live
In the grate mettle
Ground
In a crucible
Of ether
Ore
Down with
Mixing up
This precarious pare
As I soully peer
Too others
As equally
Con fused
And I am
Flee to under stand
Being bound
To this yoke on us
