This place is damp and ghostly

I am already gone

And the halls were lined with the disembodied

And dustly wings, which fell from flesh

Gasplessly



And I go where the trees go

And I walk from a higher education

For now and for hire



And it beats me, but I do not know

It beats me but I do not know

I do not know



Palaces and storm clouds

The rough, straggly sage

And the smoke

And the way it will all come together

In quietness and in time



And you laws of property

Oh, you free economy

And you unending afterthoughts

You could've told me before



Never get so attached to a poem

You forget truth that lacks lyricism

Never draw so close to the heat

That you forget that you must eat, oh...