he

he said too much
too fast
and
nobody
likes
that

he just
let go
and became
someone
that no one
could control

he strayed
from the path
of no return
stumbled
head on
into the fire
and started
to burn

his head
was on fire
his spirit
aflamed
and those
who saw
him feared
he had
gone insane

he did
what others
dreamed
and dreamed
what others
did
and this
way he knew
how when
and where
to look for
secret information
and put it
straight through
poetry and rhymes
wich emerged from
under his fingers
as he let the old
piano play
its own tunes

he was a vehicle
for the gods
and whenever
he spoke the world
did tremble
and move
in ways that
only magic
can explain
and it doesnt

magic is more
about the wholeness
of any experience
that blows any
attempt of simple
explanation out
of its dirty water
and makes
the miracle
obvious to the
newborn babe
of the egg

magic if explained
can only be a magical
explanation
that does not
pay too much respect
to a materialistic
world view

like a how a tree
explains wich
direction the wind
is blowing
or a duck
explains
the beauty of
being a natural
born swimmer
on a lake
in spring

nature
explains to
us magic
in ways
that only
a witch or
a magician
may  understand

nature
contains
all of us
in a sphere
of ozone
and ether
a shared
fludium
of in visible
air