Through The Trees Pt. 2

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