bird of baltimore Lyrics

In my dreams there are walkways

Part covered in some ocean

They are buttressed along stone walls, set into hills

And we are not untouching, yet we are not ongoing

We are samely and nondigital

We are sun to water, water to sun

Dubious of the beautiful, I struck pursuits of beauty

Caught somewhere suspended with the pigeons in the trees

Fucking high above the poet incanting through a megaphone

To smokers in a garden, I'm wavering in the half-shall

Til lamps from all experiments show out through the stained glass

To every city's memory

Bare the bird of Baltimore

Wear the bird of Baltimore

There the bird of Baltimore