Waiting for the second coming

Window clear
Distorts all behind it
Blur and smudge is all i see.
Birth, marriage and death
Are background shades
Subjunctive moods
While i wait

For one, or all of them
As wind breaks
Silent desk
The lamp is not needed
All i need is the melting sun
Helps me photosynthesise
Breathe
In
Out
Never different, unless
I stop
And see the
Violence, as i
Go blue
And splutter

But i will never succumb
to another breath
I wonder if
I'll go another colour
Perhaps green
Or orange
Or both
Become jaundice
And still i
Don't breathe
The now, toxic air
As the sun has melted
And the moon
Arrives and looks puzzled.

It's nearly 8
I'm still a blue
Hint
A liberation from
Air, and I
Prove it's possible
But i just cant
Feel any more
As my gruel
'Food'
Gets cold, but
I don't mind
Because all i do
Is feed it
To the fish
Now they can't breath
Either/or
Won't
As still
No-one comes
And i ache
For my gush of juicy
Sweet oxygen

As still,
No-one comes