It is a mere vault
     you could do it one-handed
          over an invisible fence

And you would be
     on the other side
          surrounded by gold

Gazing out at the stars
      a body of plenitude
          ridded of dejection

But then you would get
     lonely and you would look back
          Over the fence

And realise that you have to
     go back for some things
          you have left behind

Old photos a favourite saucepan
     dead aunts broken cups
          last year’s Xmas gifts

And drag them to this new place
     and then it doesn’t look
          so new any more

And the bargain is about
     comfort versus joy
          the isolation of ecstasy.