The Disinformed Cliche Of Gaining The World And Losing Your Soul

See
half of I reflected
an unknown whole divorced
unrooted

Whether it be god
the spirit world
the ideal
the good
the unconscious . . .

half of I reflected
umbilically bound
I jump to fly
sound in mind
the choice.

Without the mirror
I am as grass
mowed in mindless haste
and blown away
nothing.

But half of I reflected
whole soul
world dead
I chose
and trod through thick grass
in pleasure.