I have seen death

I have seen death.
It's nothing,
it's an empty world
draining you,
spilling you.
Your soul diffused,
spread thin,
so thin
and turned away.

I turned away.
I looked god in the face;
he was playing on the floor,
unaware of godhood.

His soul diffuses out,
but does not empty.
The world is reflected
in his light.

It crushed into me,
shimmering like a lighthouse beam,
but I am not translucent.
Wherever I turn,
it will cast shadows,