A house of mirrors. Canals
of images. Twisted shapes of
nightmare size. Legs without bodies.
Heads without feet. Some pose,
others see the enemy of themselves.
Everyone is in obedience to moving
along. Step carefully. Someone screams
and then another. Laughter startles the air.
Lights flash up. A nervous
voice sings out. Some linger. People
move on, departing the tragedy of size.
Roger Singer 