Two Hemispheres
Two hemispheres wrinkled by the past –
profound inheritance of bygone generations.
And if they sleep – in dreams out of the dust
beasts in the light appear in creation.
The Good looks at itself into a looking glass –
it cannot see the troubles come –
out of the mirror The Evil looks at last
and to Eternity it goes to dine.
Two hemispheres are a mass of contradictions,
you cannot find a way lost in the dark,
in searching dashes Soul for sweet religion
and to the Beast she just unburdens heart.
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