Answer:
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?