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

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

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 will forget that you must eat, oh