you tried to explain heaven,
but I just couldn’t wrap
my head around it.
it was like a carnival
with all the lights on,
but the rides grind
themselves to
stock-still.
the ride operator winks,
lifts up his straw hat,
and suddenly, he is
buried in a rainfall
of torn tickets.
the sun is so spicy.
it burns my hands
as I exit the ride.
will these blisters scar?
is my love-line forever broken?
does God really
take me as I am?
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