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Mythical Kings and Iguanas – Dory Previn

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
and 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)

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