Tilted heads, locked hands inquire

It's deep in the silence

And in the void of concern

Nothing left to know and everything to learn

But if I'm going anywhere

It's a long way down

With no way to climb out

Your arms are crossed

The light's all wrong

Fumbling seasonal warmth

Can't keep the weather honest no more

But if I'm going anywhere

There's a space in your mind

I'll be glad to occupy

The houses sat in rows

And it's here you need to breath

The sky is all milkweed

But if I'm going anywhere

There's a funeral home

And a wreath of aster & rose