Mythical Kings and Iguanas

–by Dory Previn, On My Way to Where

i have flown

to star-stained heights

on bent and battered wings

in search of

mythical kings

mythical kings

sure that everything of worth

is in the sky and not the earth

and i never learned

to make my way

down

down

down

where the iguanas play

i have ridden

comet tails

in search of magic rings

to conjure

mythical kings

mythical kings

singing scraps of angel-song

high is right and low is wrong

i never taught

myself to give

down

down

down

where the iguanas live

astral walks i try to take

i sit and throw i ching

aesthetic bards

and tarot cards

are the cords to which i cling

don’t break my strings

(i wish you would)

or i will fall

(i wish i could

i wish i could

i wish i could)

curse the mind

that mounts the clouds

in search of mythical kings

and only

mystical things

mystical things

cry for the soul

that will not face

the body as an equal place

and i never learned

to touch for real

or feel the things

iguanas feel

down

down

down

where they play

teach me

teach me

teach me

reach me

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