misunderstood and disillusioned i go on describing this place and the way it feels to live and die
the natural world and whatever else it's called i drive in and out of town seeing no edge, breathing sky
and it's hard to describe without seeming absurd i know no there's no other world mountains and websites
dark smoke fills the air some from the fire in my house some from me driving around
i could see the lights of town through the trees on the ridge on my way home in the dark
i meant all my songs not as a picture of the woods but just to remind myself that i briefly live
the gleaming stone of the moon in the sky at noon there is no other world and there has never been
i still walk living sleeping life in the real world of clouds clawing for meaning
still when i see branches in the wind the tumultuous place where i live calls out, revealing
can you see the river in the branches and know that it means you will die and that peace is returning?
can you find a wildness in your body and walk through the store after work holding it high?
i've held aloft some delusions from now on i will be perfectly clear there's no part of the world more meaningful and raw impermanence echoes in the sky
there is neither knowing a constant sound in your ears end and beginning
a pile of brush the fog on the hill standing in the parking lot, squinting 编辑于2023/05/09更新