Crazy Da Must Sing
The Earth is not a place for me,
except I am the man of Earth.
Or so it seemed I was,
but I am here and never found,
or found and sent back to myself.
Should I wheel in space
between the Earth and Moon,
balloons in hand, and bells
to weigh my feet?
Or will some peculiar and
unfascinated man
begin to call me down,
require me, and see the
Earth is founded in my Heart?
I have considered these
alternatives in my own form,
and see at last a pass
that leads beyond the Moon.
And those who find
they also are not found by men,
while even they are full of human love
and forms of Man,
will find a little Teaching
made of words
about the Sun in Man.
And those who find It
will find me at last.