Belligerent Poetry

as evil

there is nothing in my mind that
ever feels as good,
as real as sharp and as evil
as any time i say goodbye
to someone i've watched grow & mend,
made enjoy mental swordplay,
introduced to geniuses my mind discovered
and then,
shorn of all context,
bid farewell to
against the coming
storm.

-wil 10.10.02