Quantum

Clothed in
an ocean of sky
pinpoints of light
pierce this garment
rendering it invisible.
What am I
but a vessel
to hang things by?
Packet-pocket moving
through space-time
affecting those who pass -
there are few -
(who?)
see an abyss
and still say
"It's fine."
Life is clarified
as sublime.
A lens lets light
polarise views
the few
(who?)
look through
still say
"It's fine."
Life is rarified,
sublime.