it is not the concept of the eye

giving you trouble

a sun goes down the back of your head

an earth comes up

 

you are aren’t you

like you used to be

looking for the body under your feet

all the life you walk on

a ladder down

 

we have fought with the seven

wolves at your head

we have blown a breath of

light on your path

nobody ignores the stars like you

and weather makes this nobody