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The stars were falling, different
Parts of his mind were sparking,
Flashlights swung around the cave,
The rhythm of the crickets was marking
A measured pulse. When I climb
The stairs, when I struggle up the ladder,
And study the manuals, I see
The stars and not merely their scatter.
Yaacov David Shulman