Then in that Time there danced
Masks in a place by the woods
where
the trees shivered and trembled
in the frost and chill.
Yet the Masks danced, danced
silent:
some on human feet; some manifested
on all fours; some a tail beneath
the frac of white or black
but behind a Mask
all faces are the same and equal stand.
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