En Gallop

This place is damp and ghostly I am already gone And the halls were lined With the disembodied And the dustly wings Which fell from flesh Gasplessly And I go Where the trees go And I walk From a higher education For now and for hire It beats me But I do not know And it beats me But I do not know It beats me But I do not know I do not know Palaces and stormclouds And the rought, straggly sage, and the smoke And the way it will all come together In quietness and in time And you laws of property