Behold: he now has everything but love.
For money can buy many things, it seems:
The living space – the view – we all dream of —
Out on the point of wealth and its extremes,
He rises late, to slowly taste your dreams,
And watch the dragging sun go on its course
As life and love continue their divorce
This (now) puts me in mind of DJT. Oddly enough, I actually hope M loves him. Somehow.