All around in the gloom, the back of a multitude of heads, still and silent.
On the hill, such a face of awesome wonder.
Shining out from the left eye, a beam of light moving to and fro.
It comes for me. I think “this is going to hurt” but hold my gaze.
Lifted up. Filled with love, bliss and joy.
I hear a voice, “Make a statue of yourself three and a half by two and a half by two and a half”
White floor, white wall, silence,
Mind thinks” I need to find a sculptor to make a statue of me”
End of vision