Syzygy

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 as 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