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