Split Self

I’m destined to live in a split-self stateBirth and death had already beguna life and death struggle in my bodybefore I could chooseWhen my black consciousnesswas on the verge of sinkingits abyss was risingThe direction the arrows penetrateddidn’t face heaventhough it faced hell even lessThe color of the sun emerged on one side of my cheeksThe desire for buckwheatgrew with wild abandon thereAnd the other side of my cheekswas swallowed in darknessvanishing among skyscrapers in unfamiliar citiesMy left ear could hearthe voices sending off souls from a thousand years beforebecause reality proves—it can bear the violence of timeand use its formless handsto quickly grasp invisible traditions and blood vesselsIt can revive word rootsfrom the freezing ashesBut my right ear can’t hear anythingThe sounds of steel have already killed itWhen one of my eyes is filled with tearsthe other is parched as a desertAs for my eyes—one is hiding in eternal brightnessone is spraying out instantaneous darknessMy lips are the earth’s two polesWhen I open my mouththere’s only deathlike loneliness in the worldBut when I’m silentthe sounds of a thousand proverbs resonate like giant bellsI used to have a heritagebut a different mode was behind mesilently causing it to disappearI am forever in this dance of difference and conflictsI am another Jidi MajiaI am one personOr, I could say, some otherunnamed, tear-filled animal!