What am I

Peircing your sphere temple, We glance    
So percisly. Sharply intune with the foundation grounding the attention spands    
Of every thing that draws breathe with inspiration. Yet soon it will denigrate while the ash disipates into the distance. All good things come to an end and immorality is endless. What am I? Other than instincts  or infinite energy that cant die electrical pulses that hold these memories echo's through my poetic symphony can not be described, what am i? Human? An infection to the genetic make up of the crust that i step in desocrating the air with what im exhaling desolated oxygen medics stoped replenishment of carbondioxide drinks from dried rivers the ozone layer mist (missed)    
What am i,    
A struggling worker getting less than a desk dweller. A republican at a democratic poll a rebel paying taxes a juge with a discriminating    
Vote a leader wearing an eye patch and on the other side a glass eye with a invisible thumb in his backside a preacher with a hard on for an infiant a forgiving all knowing god with the vegance to fry his children to a crisp for eternity for their ignorence    
What am i.....  
I...am Nothing.