Mythical Kings And Iguanas

i have flownto star-stained heightson bend and battered wingsin search ofmythical kingsmythical kingssure that everything of worthis in the sky and not the earthand i never learnedto make my waydowndowndownwhere the iguanas playi have riddencomet tailsin search of magic ringsto conjuremythical kingsmythical kingssinging scraps of angel-songhigh is right and low is wrongand i never taughtmyself to givedowndowndownwhere the iguanas liveastral walks i try to takei sit and throw i chingaesthetic bardsand tarot cardsare the cordsto which i clingdont break my strings(i wish you would)or i will fall(i wish i couldi wish i couldi wish i could)curse the mindthat mounts the cloudsin search of mythical kingsand onlymystical thingsmystical thingscry for the soulthat will not facethe body as an equal placeand i never learnedto touch for realor feel the thingsiguanas feeldowndowndownwhere they playteach meteach meteach mereach me.