New Pants in a Spacetime Anomaly

From mirror to mirror before and behind
High-stepping reflections step out of my mind
In a chorus line although I never dance
Like that but truth be told never had the chance
Before somehow but I am doing it now
With all the grace which two dimensions allow

Anyone could look good if the light is right
But I had no intention to dance tonight
So I am surprised to see me supersized
Multiplied and stretching to infinity
Yet I see who is dancing and it is me
Inscrutably if stylishly realized

I came here with the most mundane intention
I just wanted to try on a pair of pants
And the dressing room man forgot to mention
How these magic mirrors make one preen and prance
But even if I never come out again
There are worse ways to go and there is no pain:

"In multiplicity for eternity
With new pants in a spacetime anomaly
Dressing Room Eight presents: Steven Curtis Lance"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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