only the i

i collapse, the world surrounds nothing and i fall
complete and exhausted from all existence
the revolution turns inside out and i am brought from the inside of everything to the outside of nothing
where every point leads to emptiness
what is possible is impossible
the truth is a lie in every way
all meaning fails
what is true has no meaning
nothing is supreme
we cannot exist
and do not
for we only try to pretend
holding the wavering folds of manifesting matter
tremulous and crumbling in hands formed of mysteries wanting
and shuddering
we dissolve without knowing
all is undefined non existent
only the i is