Ether or Not

A massless substance that fills the heavens
With the truths of your past and present
Even thoughts are attained
And manipulate the grain

Forgiving, not
Cause once you have spoken
You set things in motion
Absorbing, consuming
So fast it flickers
Running smooth and steady
Like Dow Jones' ticker

I am  a picker, like it's a tree
With the sweetest fruit
Never rotten, always abundant
In any season
Never ceasing

Strange fruit grows
You can eat too,
As long as you know...