Envoy

My eyes have changed shape
Less round more tortoise-shaped
Or so I believe on faith
As you believe many things

I am still making shadow animals
On my walls in the night
Childishly, but these are in my head
These are gods, and now, other placeholders

My fear even has become a wild horse
I grab its electric mane and take off
What point to lash reins to it?
It knows where I must be