Like the First Morning

All we can conceive of immortality
is such a morning,
when the horizon and the sea
shimmer half-illusory,
limpid as infinity
air, water coalesce,
and having passed through
labyrinths of nightmare
we arise refreshed,
like wise children with clear eyes
who wake in paradise.


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