City nights, guiding lights, false prophets

I saw god in a stranger,
pouring petrol.
I heard god in mouths
in the many churches
lining the street
where the hookers stand,
angels of the night
illuminated in headlights.
I lost my voice
shouting at the universe
from the car window
at fast-lane speed,
to get closer to light
we ride our breath away
and stick hands
into icy air
to break the numb.
I thought I saw a sign
of insight
but the sight to see
was an adult store neon.