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Two Mirrors

Member since 2004 · Posted 9 Aug 2004 · 6 comments

You and I face each other reflecting our splendid isolations cages with a common door familiar smells pitbulls and poets tired of living hearts grown old. We donât talk much allusions metaphors food for exhausted hearts. Itâs as personal as I can be about the way I see it is with you and hope to see you pleased once more with words of mine.

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[9] unknown^user 9-Aug-04/7:23 PM Reply

Bitter resignment. I only take slight issue with the isolation/cages metaphor. It's a little too overused.
Thought about starting a new stanza at "familiar smells"?

[8] zodiac 15-Nov-05/2:14 AM Reply

I just realized: Two mirrors exactly facing each other don't reflect anything.

[n/a] ALChemy › zodiac 15-Nov-05/4:46 AM Reply

Only if there's nothing to reflect. It actually causes a virtual infinate reflection.

[8] zodiac › ALChemy 15-Nov-05/9:33 AM Reply

I assumed that was the case. We're talking about laboratory/poetry conditions. Realistically, you'd see the frames of the mirrors diminishing to a point.

[n/a] Dovina › zodiac 15-Nov-05/10:28 AM Reply

Realistically, I see my image reflected in his face.

[8] zodiac › Dovina 15-Nov-05/10:44 AM Reply

That's metaphorically. Realistically, you're a mirror.