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THE FIRST CIRCLE, LIMBO

  • Aug 8, 2025
  • 1 min read

By Mark Henderson

This is better than Heaven.

 

No chatter from incomprehensible multitudes,

each trying to reach the other across eons of dead language;

 

every silence is a pregnancy more beautiful

than seafoam and angel tongues in this darker place

lit by a single candle, not quite a country of the blind

despite the sharpness of our other senses

in savoring the arrivals of both visits and homecomings.

 

(Look, everyone. Virgil’s brought a friend.)

 

The light of knowledge need not be bright

if too much leads to stabbing out one’s eyes;

 

here you have time to learn without haste—

until the gods’ twilight if not eternity.

 

Respect is better than love from their like.

 

 
 

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