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Being and Time revisited 


Everywhere I look, Lord,
I have placed
Your image.
Everywhere I look,
I look away.
I don't look.
How can I see
Your Face
How can I not
throw myself
down on the ground - O Lord,
it isn't self abasement.
It isn't even
real humility,
but simply
elimination of
the superfluous -
which is to say
of everything else.
O Lord,
it could be just
You and me
if my
attention didn't wander.
For what can I
do about
preventing wars
and this and that?
But even now
my itchy finger
on the touchpad
Lord, why do I
fall to the ground
if not to flee
the hungry world?
Lord, why do I
look away
if not to flee

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