“Adam, where are you?”
  ; God’s hands
palpate darkness, the void
that is Adam’s inattention,
his confused attention to everything,
impassioned by multiplicity, his despair.
Multiplicity, his despair;
& nbsp; God’s hands
enacting blindness. Like a child
at a barbaric fairgrounds —
noise, lights, the violent odors —
Adam fragments himself. The whirling rides!
Fragmented Adam stares.
&n bsp; God’s hands
unseen, the whirling rides
dazzle, the lights blind him. Fragmented,
he is not present to himself. God
suffers the void that is his absence.
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