If you find the truth by the toe,
let it go.
You will not make sense of the world,
Even though you were taught of
Its ups and its downs.
Of East and West at fingers' ends
And tainted horizons with no bends.
But they who made the wind vane
And the hour glass and the scales
Do it knowing that we are mammals upright
But were you not born of your mother headfirst?
Like she was of hers?
And would you have remained so
Had you not been turned around?
Had you not forgotten before you stood so tall,
Measuring the heavens,
That you were born upside down?