time is a terrible dancer,
a puppet strung between
two points.
never a toe gone unstepped upon.
infinite and infinitesimal
gradations
attempting strange and
awkward combinational
movements.
supreme magic
in the making-unmaking,
attend the corner of the eye--
that twitches the straight line.
where that apparent crookedness dies
into the misperceived  object.
time bent for you, because you quickened--
you caught the puppet's foot
****** into a black hole.
time is a wonderful dancer.