The Noticer

I notice the grifter, lodged selfishly within.

I notice the dark, all manners of sin.

I notice the wayward, oft misguided steps.

I notice the yearn for unbridled success.

I notice the drunkard, the crimes, and the lusts.

I notice my exploits and all things unjust.

I notice my anger, my impurest thoughts.

I notice my pain, my fears, and my loss.

Yet I notice my notice, that intangible sleuth.

And that which we notice can never be truth.

No list of my follies or sorrows are me.

For I am The Noticer & The Noticer’s redeemed.