On a white hypotenuse across the blue
I ride an airplane from home to you
While you look up and see me fly
a mere abstraction in the great, wide sky
But soon enough [for you, at least]
I'll be in your arms and share your feast
With all the particularity of your one true love
who so recently just hung above
as in your thought-bubble, above your head
like Jesus now that He is dead.
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