Michael Woodhead

I AM

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2019

I am seeing things unseen
Within a deep ravine
I am seeing things obscene
Like a libertine
Faces, now, incarnadine
With the blood of dying queen
Turning, now, to mazarine with Jean

I am hearing things unheard
From a deaf-mute bird
And what seems to be absurd
Speaks to me by surd
People, now, are seen ungird
Knowing not what has occured
Strolling now into the verd preferred

I am speaking things unspoke
To men I've awoke
Backwards, now, I start to croak
Kcurts meht ot eht eroc
Now, awaken, gentlefolk
Look into the yellow yolk
And with us begin to yoke the oak

I am touching things untouched
Till we them have clutched
Go we, now, into the hutch
There to things retouched
Crawl you not upon your crutch
Cry not yet so inasmuch
As you can get as overmuch as such

I am tasting things sans taste
Things not unlike paste
Someone's arm's about my waist
Be not in a haste
Though I am, now, not unchaste
Proceed not with such distaste
Food, as such, must not be waste, but baste

I am smelling things sans smell
I can hear chimes knell
And I call all personnel
Prepare to propel
Come with us through heav'n and hell
Bid us not a sad farewell
But abide; all fears dispell, be well

I am feeling things unfelt
Knowing where I dwelt
And I know with whom I dealt
And what mind-thought spelt
Come with us across the veldt
Have no care of one red welt
'Cross your back; now, loose your belt and melt

I am sleeping in my room
This room so like a tomb
Yet, within this dismal gloom
Love will flow'r and bloom
Now, I go within thy womb
There to rest until my doom
Take your hair and groom it on the coomb

I am seeing things unseen
Within a deep ravine
I am seeing things obscene
Like a libertine
Faces, now, incarnadine
With the blood of dying queen
Turning, now, to mazarine with Jean


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