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Knowledge itself ducks into a hole,
The elevator sinks down underground,
With layers of shards of statues,
Skeletons, burned or drowned,
Silver-foiled clay jars,
Hieroglyphics of fiery lips,
A heart half-eaten by a
Centipede, then the ellipse,
Then the light, the zinc spark
When sperm and egg collide,
Or galaxies grasp and strain
The cowboy legs embrace the slick horse hide.
Yaacov David Shulman