Answer Forty Seven

I'm headed down river and wherever I'm going I'll know when I get there if a warm wind is blowing memory is a demon that howls in an alley beyond a black mountain and down a lost valley I know what it means to climb in a nightmare to an old oaken doorway at the top of a dark stair till the sun gently rises and a rooster that crows says the more that I think the less my heart knows and my only religion is just too absurd and flees the death cage like a pale panicked bird I'm headed down river and wherever I'm going I'll know when I get there if a warm wind is blowing