Light in the non-native bamboo.
Your absence transcends the pronoun.
Wedges of sky between high rises.
Faith requires naivete, and knowledge is difficult to bear,
yet no one teaches how to avoid believing
what is known to be untrue.
Light so unlike a guillotine so like your laughter.
What else to do but renounce perfection
that which we made a church of fence of bamboo with a child
sized passage.
We could squeeze through but won't.