Here it comes, there it goes

Layer by layer, by layer by layer
peeling away,
that was their time
not mine-
peeling away the decades awakening process,
that old record skipping
dust takes time not space,
to be gone by one swipe?
That white glove is not so white anymore
I always felt a black glove would reveal more
so, I put that black glove on, and went deep
I noticed it was nothing solid, nothing that appeared to be real
at least a moment later--
like here, when we are born?
How did they decide on that conclusion?
I've died countless deaths, only to arrive, here?
Oh, there I Am!
I just needed a physical mirror to notice myself,
this makes no sense
nonsense--
all these sounds
sensations
nothing for the brain
it's none of your business, brain
like I said, we don't exist like we thought
Here today, gone tomorrow, remember?
I'm not convinced, just as the cloud passes by
What clouds?
Abracadabra! poof