Nobodies God

Well, it's capital G again.
Possessive, instrumental, prepossessing. 
Farther, sun, the holes ghosted the sides
and no longer exist but for the light.

I am not. You are not. No greatness
synonymizes with deitime, in or out 
of co-space. Look to eyes
and again the light
for proof of darkness
and insignificance fright;

anxious demons
depressive angels
kneel at imagery
pray to the wish
for an affirmative nod;

may we not join these addicts
in quest for protagonism---
we are no Beowulf
no Yahweh
no Santa Claus
and neither is 
anything else.