THE FIRST CIRCLE, LIMBO
- Dark Poets Club

- Aug 8
- 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.



