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
Gasp-less-ly
And I go where the trees are
And I walk from a higher education
For now, and for hire
It beats me but I do not know
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, in time
b**h, you laws of property
b**h, you free economy
b**h, 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
In order to make
The music
Seems I must break so many things
Turn over
Like bracken and sea shrap-nel
Graced by the tongue of the beetle-green sea
Let each note be
A full-bodied song
Enough fingers
Enough toes
Skin to cover
The wreck-age
Bloody beat
Enough belly
Enough feet