With eyes widened, upon the narrow skies
In nighttime meanderings,
Your seasons changing, so within yourself.
You bathe in the sea
And sleep in the trunks of trees
So much oddness,
So much coldness,
So much strangeness
So much of yourself, carries itself
Onward, like the leaves in autumn,
Like the pollen in spring.
And yet, when the tears come in every season,
No one does notice.