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