strange air

strange air, a bare wisp -
the last breath of some
dying god. Sterile ground,
seeds like cysts, Life
like an infection.
This that insists
on being, against all law
it survives but never thrives -
With one pause it is naught
and then, is now
everything
and no more.

                               Wake.
a scream, distant but
inside.  Some Thing
just died.  And yet here
I remain.  Left eye cast out
into the shadows and shells,
Right eye opening,
I Am
bored with you now.