The Golden Mean Old Man

i don’t know
i don’t know
i really don’t know who i am or
where this is or what
color i oh so colorfully feel
in
the heart of my head
in
the center of my soul
in
the brokendown burrow where my frightened ghost survives

i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know where my rainbow is
or where it ends
or how my skies are colored true blue
when
i feel so shattered & scattered
& nothing really matters
but the matter of madness
& the jam & the butter
& the ravens that ravage my rascal reign

i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know if anyone knows what they know
but i know
that i
don’t
know