No One Ever Falls Forever

This exquisitely balanced
Universe can never be
Wholly evil, wholly good,

Which is, frankly, maddening.
Goodness itself stays balanced,
And those who overdo it

Feel their evil deficit,
And must do something wicked.
It’s a terrible tightrope

For crossing, this existence,
Since you can’t fall off of it
Until you’ve run out of it.

Then you lose yourself, and just
To accomplish what? Balance
For whatever follows you.

The day is in the branches,
Balancing the fading night.
If a black hole eats your sun,

Be sure somewhere a new sun
Just burst from a cloud of dust.
You’ll balance, somehow. You must.