Tripping over 1998 and falling through the elephant sky

God left in 1998
no more freedom in spare thoughts
I feel that so many know
if or when God took an absence

the roof fell
the spelling of iron rods became a difference
like a long trip ignored
of when methods could become a difference

now destroyed the lift took us to androids
where better halves have been residing
like a tall reed through the ambush of time
we caught the empty wishing well in the gloves of retirement