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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] that lacks lyricism
And never draw so close to the heat
That you forget that you must eat