The First Time God Speaks to You (Revision 2)

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It won’t be like the preachers say,
as they strut like college boys with their father
into the whorehouse of their imaginings.
God is not concerned - Is there a way to not use the word God here? I like that you do not use it anywhere else in the poem, except the title. Just a thought.

with a back ache in Virginia,
nor does He speak in the voice
of your wife through a radio transmitter.

Their eyes fix somewhere above,
as if reading from an unseen teleprompter. - Speaks to the disconnect between the preachers and their audience. It is much easier to tell a lie if you do not make eye contact.
Speech spraying forth to proclaim
that at a word galaxies spun 
out stars in an explosion
of so many dying fireflies,
and that we who also die
reflect the everlasting
distorted in a funhouse mirror. They love - I did not catch this separation of they love -> their voices on my first read through. Brings out the hypocrisy of preaching about how to listen to God.

their voices too much to hear
the whisper of the infinite. I found 

it to be like an envelope torn open, - You've set us up nicely with the hypocritical preacher theme, before you describe all that crippling existentialism. At this point, I'm hoping you give me stark contrast to what they have proclaimed.
contents spilled out--a forgotten detail 
never learned, like a string
never tied to an invisible finger.

There was only the name of a stranger, 
her life in an intricate script, 
a half-brother, my likely schizophrenia,
and the pressure to write it all down. - Disappointed (not by your writing, by my own human nature), by the vagueness here. I am human after all and I crave direct meaning! I suppose the mystery needs to remain unsolved though. I think you were going for the reader being disappointed, in that case, this is perfect.

The next day she existed, Ex nilhio,
like a conjuror's trick or a book
I had already read. The world wobbled
like a top, and I couldn’t return to silence - A top wobbling makes me think it will soon fall. The infinite noise you talk of in the ending and the infinite vagueness of God's speech above both seem to contradict an unmoving top.

no matter how I covered my ears. - Unless the spinning top was the only thing keeping the noise from reaching you?