To left
To right
In alternation
Swung the pendulum
There was no clock
No tickling
But a large aerial
Pendulum
To which
The masks attached were.
And
Danced
Each mask
Puppet on springs
Drawn by the ropes
Of pendulum.
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A deep and gripping metaphor of life. Nicely written