I don’t know, I don’t know

I don’t know
I don’t know
Like a big turtle
Stuck in the sand
Full of diamonds

I don’t know
I don’t know
Like a frisbee
Stuck in the wind
You leave me

I’ve stood amongst the rocks
Waiting for you
Ginger haired model
Of the artist’s studio

The sea goes out
I hear a train coming
I lay branches along the shore
For your winged feet

The puzzling buzz fly

I swear
The buzz fly
Changed its sex

Hoping for an open window
Buzzing the indoor
Where you contemplate

Not getting its’ way
-You are too lazy
To release it

Its manner suddenly
Calm, slow and cute
You feel inclined to free it

It came in a buzz fly
But what did it go out as?

Brought back to reality

Brought back to reality
Cur down like a flower

People cannot see
The soul’s unreality

Eyes cannot turn
The pages of spiritual things

The spiritual is invisible
Even the thoughts of men

This is the truth of it
Thoughts are like the wings of fly’s

That meander hither and thither

Through the colours of the heart
Like pollinators of good or bad

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