look up
at so much love
turn all the ceiling lights on
this vault
this cavern aches
with creaking stalactites
bees and wasps
sway to and fro in the morning breeze

street light
burns bright
still sheltered from
yesterday’s sun

is that all it will be
ashes and cigarette smoke
still not inhaled
gray pain
in the water

the boat has sailed
into the elephantine head
of the almost nothing god
no one still molested
only things given up
for so much love