flying so high
nothing’s on the scope
you gotta lose altitude
to stay in touch with what’s below

the buzz of wings intoxicating
you don’t know how
to speak to ground control
how to land
all the while knowing
you could run out of fuel
even crash
though don’t care
for now the jet stream
happily keeping you afloat

for now
all that matters
is that rage of angels
in your body and soul
though illegally entered
the height
breadth of Heaven
shielding you from irreverence

though a peculiar sun blazing ever closer
and all you can do
is say over and over again
man - what a view!

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08/13/2017