yes, they are calling us from up above
when she's here she is there, she's everywhere;
we can't fight the reverence, descending upon us–
feels like winning a race I never started
the skies open up
and her eyes are always so forgiving
her chains float beautifully
undeterred by gravity, so she is
a miracle, eternal divinity
she extends a hand;
I'm standing at the opposite end of the same
empty hallway
and the trumpets have ceased.
it's all silence now.
I come closer. my steps echo on the floor.
she keeps her composure. I think she looks familiar:
yes, that's me