engulfed
but by nothing (of consequence)

fading into
the immaterial of it that isn't
shimmeringly
an ethereal quality (non-emulative, it is. but it isn't)
that simply melts
into solid
abandonment

i am it, and all i am.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR everyone! :) lol. doesn't it sound splendidly queer and brainless to have this incredibly festive declaration right after a pensive poem that's neither here nor there? :D