demons and Gods

I'm mixed up with demons and Gods.

My sense of feeling is that it's odd.

That I'm dealing with 6 reasons to be in the spot.

Highlighted like the plot of a silent film.

Blindsided like a shot from the side of the hill.

Mind divided like I got the centre field.

Christ ignited my temper, filled the light with an ember.

Lighting to my center.

Writing the divine in a rhyme like a letter.

Guiding my feather like sliding a knife through my splendour.

Finding that I might lose my zephyr.

Black and white shoes like a Jester.

Back in sight, I move like a specter.