All There Is

From 'consciousness is all there is', men run.
"Don't make no sense", they say, each scratching head.
"How can a truck, or 'specially a gun
not be hard steel, or fill your ass with lead?"
Maybe one in a hundred stays to hear
how this absurd affair might yet be so.
This, they are told: each thought and thing that we're
aware of owes it's 'all' to what we know
and sense. Each speck of what we touch or smell
or see or taste or hear exists inside
the mind, and when brain dies, it does't dwell
on earth in any sense we can provide.
All comes and goes with you. It's not 'out there'.
'All there is to all there is', is your share.