Roy Kelly


Perhaps Heaven is like being foreign abroad
where even the groceries appear exotic.
All is before you exactly as it seems.
Everything is as false and true as dreams.

The language excludes you, familiar and strange,
though all is apparently recognisable,
all absent and correct in the world as it is.
You are learning to call things by another name.

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