I dance the endless spiral and stop
somewhere in the middle
To pick up a shiny bright coin
heads
The rest continue to loop and twist
Each sure that they move to the One True Drummer
Masks smile and weave in sparkling conversation
The eyes filled with mirror
So each and all see within others only what they wish
Deluding themselves twofold
Or three
Soft spoken words draw kitten claw tracks down thick fur
Invoking quiet smiles
Packparents cut the crowd like galleons playing 'fore the wind
And cover tunes twist the twisted
In the dance that ne'er ends
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