Through the Trees Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie

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