All I ever wanted

Was something huge

Unmeasureable

Not this

Crumb of crusty bread

Starched, whited linen

Altar

Grave

Ungraving

Not the here

Most equal of shoulders pewed

Pressed together and crowded

Rising in unison

In a perfect world

We'll find the questions

In a world without end

Arched beams stretched over us

Like ribs

Sheltering

Caging

This common sense of surface

refracted light of windows paned

This procession of vows

Hovering in the rebreathed air

This numbering of days

For these two thousand years

Eclipse

This amen

Not This

This cup.