When we move on, we hear sounds like breaking cocoons
Or pianos freshly tuned, a million new hearts that move in unison
We move on like Merrill did when swung
Or air from collective lungs, cosmos wallflowers left hung up like stars
We're culled from love, it was delicately designed
And sewn to our insides; the seamstress might just give us shelter
If not, I'll claw from the inside in
Through my fleshy coffin lid; whatever is pushing me will push itself out
Each layer of skin is etched with text
Of every song kept secret
Cognitive burns relaying thought through heat
An accidental diary
When we move on, we'll hear a broad, bright, resonant hum
Or a deep, dark, desolate one; I guess it all depends on going up or down
When we move on, there's no guest list based on your wrongs
Or the crowd you thrived among; I see inflatable castles filled with little bouncing lights
When we move on, I'm going to spy so happily
On larval versions of me, baby seeds with questions and lit reading lamps
And that's why I sometimes stare at your chest
And why I won't do well on your test; I'm intrigued to the point of almost losing it
See, sometimes I lay in bed and box my ears
And shut my eyes with shirts tied
And out of interest and concern, I hold my little breath
And hope, hope, hope that's what it's not like
When we move on