God exults in a great profusion.
A googolplex of faces with no end.
And nearer, the enormous congregation
of cells where my five fingers bend.
God exults in a great profusion.
And when I point a finger, a myriad
of shapes swim into view. The world tree
is exploding. So much counting. Who can add
up this riot of specificity?
God exults in a great profusion.