Meaning

Now that poet Rilke has broken the great wall and no more hears the neighborhood god I wonder if I could cross his diameter to find his circumference by plane geometry, my afterlife to intersect with his old self.

Which means my after-life will meet with his. We may talk common neighborhood god ,a god we threw out when a wife’s cancer. For old times sake we may discuss bodies but behind the glass we cannot hear a sound ,only lips trembling with lack of meaning.