I flow among these bodies of the so-called truth.
I push some, I sink some and raise others.
And the people
And the bodies, their bodies of truth
Turn paramount once again.
I hold up these people and their masses of reality
I warm them, assure them
To nestle deep in the hard fibre of the cocoon of their construct
Because I’ve let them have it for so long
While all the time in this lonely dark ether
Where no one comes asking
I am nought.
I loosen my grip at the fall of time
And as they step into my ether,
Their bodies of truth fall hurtling through space
Through my lonely empty blackness,
And are lost in wisps and forgotten.
And I swirl.