But you can take the boy out of the confessional, yet
Can't take …et cet. So, as regards Duelle and Queen Mona,
Stew finally confessed to me that it was a mistake
To consider Good and Evil as two independent
Forces forever in conflict, as they had before seemed
~
He wasn't quite ready to see them as two currents
Connected to an authority-source higher than both,
But swallowed his own text’s hint that they could work together
Towards some point even they had not been given to know.
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In this sense, a not normally speculative Stew guessed
That Evil was integral to the world’s ecology
(As far as he could fathom that fashionable term with
Its purist reek enticing even the worst polluters).
And with that realisation came a self-consciousness,
A watching, as though from above himself, of that self’s own
Wantings and doings and gettings and losings and screw-ups.
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So in Stew's psyche was planted, it might be said, a seed
Which, within the right atmosphere of readiness, would sprout
And root and grow into a spreading tree of awareness
Of his partnership with that wider ecology known,
By its thousand names, all translations of the One, as God.
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)