I knew God was lost when divinity congealed into a proper noun,
the day God was named and numbered – ONE,
the day God stepped into a quicksand bog of definitions,
the day God could not help but do irrefutable good,
the day God retreated far from the edges,
the day God checked into a taxidermy shop.
I began looking for God in the graveyard of answers.
Then I began looking for God in embryonic questions.