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Do you think you are (or were) a robot?
Or that the train was destined to enter
The station? Today you are the student,
Somewhere you have been the mentor,
Somewhere the grid of trains is set
In motion. But that you only see
As a vague and foggy motion, a shadow,
A smell of electricity.
Yaacov David Shulman