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.