[01:07.47] misunderstood and disillusioned[01:15.21] i go on describing this place[01:19.05] and the way it feels to live and die[01:30.72] the natural world and whatever else it's called[01:38.28] i drive in and out of town[01:42.27] seeing no edge, breathing sky[01:48.63] and it's hard to describe[01:52.32] without seeming absurd[01:56.25] i know no there's no other world[01:59.67] mountains and websites[02:05.94] dark smoke fills the air[02:11.07] some from the fire in my house[02:14.85] some from me driving around[02:22.23] i could see the lights of town[02:26.97] through the trees on the ridge[02:30.15] on my way home in the dark[02:35.61] i meant all my songs not as a picture of the woods[02:41.82] but just to remind myself[02:45.15] that i briefly live[02:54.60] the gleaming stone of the moon in the sky at noon[03:00.72] there is no other world[03:04.68] and there has never been[03:05.49] i still walk living sleeping[03:15.63] life in the real world of clouds[03:19.89] clawing for meaning[03:20.43] still when i see branches in the wind[03:30.06] the tumultuous place where i live[03:34.20] calls out, revealing[03:35.28] can you see the river in the branches[03:54.78] and know that it means you will die[03:56.64] and that peace is returning?[04:00.96] can you find a wildness in your body[04:07.89] and walk through the store after work[04:11.34] holding it high?[04:17.58] i've held aloft some delusions[04:23.73] from now on i will be perfectly clear[04:32.58] there's no part of the world more meaningful[04:37.68] and raw impermanence echoes in the sky[05:07.14] there is neither knowing[05:07.56] a constant sound in your ears[05:09.03] end and beginning[05:12.42] a pile of brush[05:34.17] the fog on the hill[05:40.59] standing in the parking lot, squinting