They moved together like dancers
Their eyes flickered a language
That yesterday learned and tomorrow would never know
The choreographer stepped aside
To view his performance
But this face was formed. Unforgiving and indefinite
Their feet slid beneath the ground
And their noses kissed the sky
Their spell brought him back-
"Two of them; four and five."
"They stumble a little."
"They do not know the steps like you and I."
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