SPLIT DECISION

See how I mourned and wailed
when the news of my old country reached me
hands remained extended from now
"Come back to us, open your eyes, don't leave"

Ach this heart and temporary blindfold
it wears as bitter memory
the brittle fabric of nostalgia
mummy cloths of Similacra's dream

If left without Your Presence so I'd go
down the embalmed, entombed paths of shrine
lying among sirens with Ulysses
fattened on Esau's stew and drunk with Judas wine

So there you are: the silver vs. sliver
of hope, shred of light, life's immaterial seed

weighing out before all eyes "apples and oranges"

earth on the one hand and heaven, well... in the breeze