And there exists between us an invisible, unspeakable place hanging in the air
And I can walk into it
And I feel my footsteps
And I feel your footsteps
Flimsy yet monumental
Flimsy yet—
Like the medieval little castle that is church is—
That we make at Christmastime when I was a child
Feels like one of those paper cathedrals
Feels like one of those paper cathedrals
At any moment it might balloon into flames