Great Creator

11:11
I wake up
I roll over.
Christ has accompanied
me to our hiding place
in my dream.

I think he's stalking me,
waiting for me to mess up.
Then I asked him his real
name.
What color hair,
eyes, skin?

He said,
"you believe me,
someone i'm not.
I am not some
great creator of things"
I asked him what he was,
what he is.

"I am what was left over
after the great creator
was erased out
of his creators notebook"