Ah, John, I think I see it, your concern.
My intention (tho perhaps not my execution) was not to celebrate Being but to question how we ascribe meaning to it, thus AS IF "the gods/were golden trumpet songs of butterflies" when in fact they are "beings we invented to dream us up." Thus the pun on "Here lie" -- things lie to us about their significance, as we lie to ourselves about human essentialism.
I was hoping to imply to the question of "What else exists" that nothing else exists.
Maybe I need to amplify the image of the void to bring this to the surface?
Am I understanding your concern, now, I hope!?
Best, Tony
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