Coming

Coming, you'll make all time
Begin once more:
What went before
Can't survive your heave and brine.
Forgetfulness thick as salt in the wave
you swell
And, swelling, tell
All that once, first told, was fresh:
Your tale, sea salt, flesh
All these first-time worlds will save.
Your arrival roars with peace.
Whatever craves rebirth
Under the moon or in heaven's surf
Will, in your unfolding cease,
And in ceasing, start again,
Beyond all reach of time, for pain.

by Luiza De Mesquita

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