Answer:
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
What do angels sing in the shower?