do you know what its like

keeping my head under wraps

a turban

with the wind getting cold, cold, colder

and the sun fading

the sky closing in, down, down

such a downer

we are

we have been to each other

but that turban has turned like gauze in front of my eyes

and now its shifted from when i turn my head

to the right

but this has all been unforgettable for all the notes i have wrote

I have wrought

my hands

over simplicities like fishes in nets caught

that have dried and over time

stained beyond wash

we have turned our head

put low by the wind

turned down by the sky

and puddled like my diabetic blood