These things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up.
And we do them
out of boredom, or fear, or money
or cracked intelligence;
Our circle and candle of light
being small
SO small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with idea
and lose the Center.
Like bein' all wax without the wick,
and we see names that once meant
wisdom,
like signs into ghost towns
............................................................and only the graves are real.