This place is damp and ghostly I am already gone And the halls were lined With the disembodied And the 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
It beats me But I do not know And it beats me But I do not know It beats me But I do not know I do not know
Palaces and stormclouds And the rought, 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 And never draw so close to the heat That you forget that you must eat