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The mind must spiral out, it must
Survey the wealth of quark and
Strands of galaxies, of the golden
Hairs of glass, the clicking strand
Crabs, and time squeezes and flows,
It walks the Planck, and space
Bubbles froth, the froth goes down
The drain, the shiny eyes of plaice.
Yaacov David Shulman