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.

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