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Though, I have to make few observations: I think that there is "the mirrors lie" instead of "lies", and "what she wants to feel" instead of "too", and I think that there is "filament" instead of "filiment" best wishes, Marius

Years ago, I experimented a few time with psychedelic mushrooms. It was fun, not profound like in the movies and the Carlos Castenada books, but fun. One time, I remember putting my head into a what a space with mirrors on three sides--one in front, one on either side. Everywhere I looked I saw this person I didn't recognize but knew deeply just the same. I wanted to talk to them. I tried. They just repeated the same words back to me, but always, out of the corner of my eye, there was this other guy, like me, waiting for an answer. It was strange. When I took my head out of the box-o-mirrors, three hours had passed. I've never eaten mushrooms since, but I will take that experience with me to the grave. You can never know yourself completely, and neither can the mirror.... Good poem, my friend, enjoyed it a lot. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

I don't know why, but for some reason I had a vision of those mirrors at a fun house. The ones that take your image and distort it horribly. I'm sorry for your pain. ~Jess K. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You name me, entertain Thoughts of peace can overcome anything Mirror spins; wicked tales Here lies reflections of,deceptions of...." - Overjoyed (Jars of Clay)