big town blues (iii) — being the smog

i like climbing up
i love the up tops
i adore the glorious air

but when i’m up top
it’s always too low
there’s another higher i know

chorus
i look at the map
the very drunk map
it focuses only the now

the coming down’s bad
the valley’s much worse
the smog the terrible smog

i follow the map
my very own map
avoiding the dangers of tales

chorus

people tied to their graces
lost in their places
deride me for walking beyond

i keep going to where
the map says it’s there
the map says the ocean’s a tree

chorus

but i’ve already climbed three
a revelationary three
their cool and glorious air

i’ve time for two more
mur de temps