Duality

Twice upon a time,
there was a man who had two faces,
two faces but one profile:
not Jekyll and Hyde. not good and bad,
and if one were cut, the other would bleed -
two faces different as hot and cold.

At night, hung on the hooks on the wall
above that man's minatory head,
one wants brass where one wants gold,
one sees white and one sees black,
and one mouth eats the other
until the second sweet mouth bites back.

They dream their separate dreams
hanging on the wall above the bed.
The first voice cries: "He's not what he seems,"
but the second one sighs: "He is what he is,"
then one shouts 'wine' and the other screams 'bread',
and so they will all his raving days
until they die on his double-crossed head.

At signposts he must wear them both.
Each would go their separate ways
as the East or the West wind blows -
and dark and light they both would praise,
but one would melt, the other one freeze.

I am that man twice upon this time:
my two voices sing to make one rhyme.
Death I love and Death I hate,
(I'lI be with you soon and late).
Love I love and Love I loathe,
Cod I mock and God I prove,
yes, myself I kill, myself I save.

Now, now, I hang these masks on the wall.
Oh Time, take one and leave me all
lest four tears from two eyes fall.