The surfers learn early
To walk into the chaos
And find infinity on the other side.

Those who can learn to find the wall
Leap up to it and scale the
Crest just as it tumbles down.

Here is grace amid great forces
Tumbling to the floor and swift
TUrning to climb the wall-face again.

Taking the tunnel of green collapse
As a passage to the next leap
Never accepting that gravity could be terminal.

As they return, in the morning
To begin it all anew, like smoky larks on sky,
The surfers learn

Never to trust a man
Entering the water
Who cannot tolerate infinite space.

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