Crazy Da Must Sing
Hymns to me,
am I the song,
the untouched glamour of the poem,
the word and rhythm of the Real.
And sing of me,
am not the soul.
The type whose singing sings the Heart,
the vowel and consonants am I.
And say of me,
he is the sound,
the syllable who is my form,
and hymns me, is me, song to song.
And I will sing you all the more.