Cutting along a three-dimensional seam
Of size and shape fit to me
There phase those men out of time
Erupting from the hidden syzygy
Loosened as they become, look carefully
The yoke of one no longer fits the next
And dance befits, but mercury sets
Into their bones
Into their inner homes
Into their winnowing figments
Slackened we know that pact
And wracked it looks
All the way down
Like the way that light between two mirrors
Slowly lets the images drown
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