Not Afraid of Dark Matter [Poetry]

Exodus

All my flesh and all my skin
Turned to glass or ice or wind
And the wind that used to feel so warm
Passed through me to churn the storm
I became a hurricane
Or was I a cold breeze on a raining day
I evaporated in the knowing
When Truth is the destroyer and creator of worlds
This was an exodus
Of feeling and memory
I stood as still as I could
But it flooded me nonetheless
It was as simple as a "yes" when the truth was requested
But it's deeper now, and our roots became rotten
I was aflame at my own memorial
Some things are better left forgotten
In this exodus
It all passes through
I guess I am the storm
But what became of you?