Great Cloud of Drift and Doubt

Why not like that which,
Once you come to know
It well, still seems strange,
Might grow more and more
So, the more you know

It well, as it fills
The gaps in your bones
With stone, as it seeps
Through you, bit by bit,
Less and less of you,

More and more of it,
Like a tune, a song,
A string piece tied up
By a man gone deaf,
Like a scene in Hell

Carved clear by a soul
Who dwells in the dark.
You can live with this,
The way that the same
Is slow to change, but

Does, and you know it,
And then you are it.
Can’t like what you are?
Wait. The same change will
Change the same in you.