All will be awaken in this light

And one day all shall rise from the lands great precipices

And into the water above them all

And to me they’ll scream, “From where are we going?”

And I will not respond, neither will those rising

Drowning, every one of them

No escape they can conjure

But they then will fall

Fall into the very being of everything

However, no more is the land there

There is something to fall back upon

Yet truly nothing

Not for them anyway

They’ll pass right through

And neither could be fazed by one another

Soon all will be there

Whether they can be or not,

Whether they want to or not,

Whether they can hold their breaths or not,

Soon all will be there; for all to see