Alone.
I roam
these
lifeless
streets
at night.

Things look
a little different..
when you
examine them
up close..
beneath the dim
moonlight.

Except for me.
Whether you look
from near or far
I’m still the same
ol’ bearded joke.
With my potential
as its eternal punchline..
just like Moshe,
every time we think
he’s nearly there,
we fail to come..

Into realization!
God is speaking to me
through each moment
that I live.
What is He saying?
It’s ineffable.
My effing of it lies
in drops of blood
I’ve yet to spill.