Heaven must be a kind of fire, a burning down
of the previous mind, like sugar reduced
to charred carbon. A place you need
but cannot want. So what if we’re lied to,
at the last? I was hoping you’d disagree. If I could
touch your heart with the tip of my finger
and break you down like a shotgun, I would.
~Paul Guest, from “Letter to Jimmy Swaggart on Country Music, Sadness and Heaven,” The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World
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