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Even as you appeared to Moses, because

I need you, you appear to me, not

often, however. I live essentially

in darkness. You are perhaps training me to be

responsive to the slightest brightening. Or, like the poets,

are you stimulated by despair, does grief

move you to reveal your nature? This afternoon,

in the physical world to which you commonly

contribute your silence, I climbed

the small hill above the wild blueberries, metaphysically

descending, as on all my walks: did I go deep enough

for you to pity me, as you have sometimes pitied

others who suffer, favoring those

with theological gifts? As you anticipated,

I did not look up. So you came down to me:

at my feet, not the wax

leaves of the wild blueberry but your fiery self, a whole

pasture of fire, and beyond, the red sun neither falling

            nor rising —

I was not a child; I could take advantage of illusions.