At Stage One, you see round
Out of one eye
And square out of the other—
It's disquieting, but you shake it off
And pour down an encore,
A crooked smile still plastered
On your ragged visage.
At the next stage, it's double trouble—
You see döppelgangers.
At Stage Three, you see triple.
Closing one eye leaves you still seeing double
And the spinning begins.
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