For my friends:
Once in a cave a little bar of light
Fell into my hand. The walls leaned over me.
I carried it outside to let the stars look:
They peered in my hand. Stars are like that.
Do not be afraid — I no longer carry it.
But in a friend's face now, splinters of that light
Fall and won't go out, no matter how faint
The buried star shines back there in the cave.
It is in the earth wherever I walk.
It is in the earth wherever I walk.
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