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Twin Mirrors Lichtenstein

there's a start and there's a stop trickier to discern in the one dimensional I want to compare like with like hold something up as 'factual representation' but I'm lost in the reflection of thin air there are angles of course there are angles who doesn't love an angle though not today not today it's like an echo just your own line of sight projected back I can study it intently yet we are looking at different things convinced beyond doubt the mirror never lies but we are each the go between after the longest time I step away because there's nothing to see here

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Date: 5/21/2024 3:16:00 PM
Oh it’s just the bad lighting not the mirror’s Dilly, besides one of them looks a little blue, yet it’s lost in the reflection? Perhaps it’s that echo you mention, mind boggling paintings, one dimensional perhaps, your poem of course is the invisible dimension that gives the reader something to see or at least imagine, no mean task, cheers David
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Date: 5/21/2024 3:33:00 PM
He did loads of mirrors and there is something strangely fascinating about them. I could blow my own brains trying to consider the nothingness of reflection - it almost doesn't make sense if you think hard enough. It's that kind of thing that makes me feel there's more to know in this world. Although that's not my angle in this one. Thanks for your comment - I'm now thinking 'what is light'. Better go to sleep before I get embroiled in the depths of Google

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