there is not just one of us,
remember, the chariot with two horses
moving in different directions,
the black and white one,
remember the fox and the rabbit,
which did you feed? which did you save?
which did you take for home?
in the darkness, one feels two heads
in one body, they speak too differently
to you, and against each other.
remember whom to follow? whom to cater?
remember that once you obeyed one from the
other, sometimes the black horse
and sometimes the white one,
sometimes you went with the fox that
bit you and not the rabbit who was too
gentle and fragile to you,
do not fret, do not blame yourself,
be gentle with your two faces,
you need all of them, without which,
you may die and perish.
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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