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In the maelstrom, you may find
The most abject flotsam. Even the shark
Turns belly-up and is dragged along,
Bizarre shapes of something, the spark
Of some bioluminescence
In the dark, some cold mind,
An eye, the vision of an alien plain
Becomes the field of humankind.
Yaacov David Shulman