Marrow - Jealous Of The Birds

Some people say that it’s all just conjecture

Like trying to synthesise undergrad lectures

With the wrought-iron balconies

In Greenwich this Spring

There’s a schism, a chasm of language

Between the taste and the thought of this sandwich

Between the thing and the myth I make

To feign meaningfulness

Mountain is and mountain was

I am all of the above

Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave

To the marrow of belief

How absurd just to live in this body

In this town and not south Nagasaki

Or anywhere else with a name

Unknown to myself

In Tibet I’d be bowing to Buddha

At Kachemak Bay, I’d see pods of belugas

With light pouring into my eyes

And no image the same

Mountain is and mountain was

I am all of the above

Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave

To the marrow of belief

Oh, to have a distilled sense of sensing

Does the banshee get tired of lamenting?

Daisies can’t become daffodils

So why should that become this?

Yet I feel your love carve through the waters

'Round the landscape of somebody’s daughter

You call me peninsula

An island no more

Mountain is and mountain was

I am all of the above

Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave

To the marrow of belief

When you go over, I’ll go under

When you go over, I’ll go under

Don’t let our vessels be carried asunder

When you go over, when you go over

When you go over (Go, go), I’ll go under (Go, go)

When you go over (Go, go), I’ll go under (Go, go)

Don’t let our vessels (Go, go) be carried asunder (Go, go)

When you go over (Go, go), when you go over (Go, go)

Mountain is and mountain was

I am all of the above

Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave

To the marrow of belief

Mountain is and mountain was

I am all of the above

Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave

To the marrow of belief