Through The Trees (Part. 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 either no end
Or constant, simultaneous
End and beginning.

A pile of brush
The fog on the hill
Standing in the parking lot, squinting.