neon sign

you
are the neon sign

of my hidden guilt
my denial
my unconcious
what i don't believe about myself

you
dear streetwalking hobo
vagrant
peddler
hustler

thank you, dear God,
for this
amazing sight

the inside of my mind
these images
my thoughts

i sought to keep
from my ownership,
a trick,
to forget i
put them there

every word out of their mouth,
every claim,
every judgement
every wound
every crime

my own

neon signs
everywhere
i look
listen

my thoughts

thank you, God,
for this truth

now i can hold the dear
one
in my hands

my own child

at last we meet again

peace maker
it is you i have longed for
all my life

the hidden parts
of myself

now their innocence is bright

and in this Light,
oh in this light

there is
nothing else

no more two
no more other
no more dark
no more comparison

Nothing Else

Nothing
Else


One

and
not even...
that...