Hands together and eyes closed

If you brighten these corners
To find me sat, cross-legged, bowed
Hands raised in supplication
I'll be praying to every which way
I can find a likely idol to worship

Facing north into the hard frost
Mine eyes see only the whites of yours
Heading east, I watch the sun
Rising above you to christen and crown
Turning west, I watch it descend
Into the map of skin spread out before me
Gazing south, I see night come falling
Sucked down into your open mouth

Spirits such as these are tangible
They exist, breathing flames to anoint
When I kneel in the direction of heaven
And it answers by beating my heart

Does this mean you believe?
The pause asks, pregnant and pointed
I believe in nothing but what I touch
I respond, and my fingers stretch to feel
The slight sum total of experience
That is something of anything, of all
Of everything it could be, of nothing