Angelswarm

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 he swung

Or air from collective lungs

Cosmos wallflowers left hung up like stars



We're culled from love, it was sewn to our insides

And delicatedly designed;

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

Little beans with questions and lit reading lamps

And that is 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

When we move on

When we move on