Swirl

I swirl

I flow among these bodies of the so-called truth.

I push some, I sink some and raise others.

And the people

Readjust

And the bodies, their bodies of truth

Turn paramount once again.

 

I hold

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 engulf

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.