Dying Gods Have Less to Say

It’s like you can’t conjure,
Can’t maintain the waking,
Which is so massive, which

Requires so much detail.
It’s work to float a world.
When you were good at it,

It was easy to trust
It was really just there,
That you didn’t make it,

Only woke up to it
Waiting for your return.
Now, just to be in it,

You have to be aware
Of keeping it going,
And it’s just too much work.

You’re not here to comment,
Not barely making it—
Look, could you help with this?