who opened the door into, this other dimension,
i don”t recognize my face in this reflection, my eyes stare back, telling me find your own dimension, looking straight through me, like they never knew me, everything in this world is different, this change in reflection, it”s always perfection, from beginning to end, transformation instructed with information from another dimension, exchanging thoughts transforming ideas culminating exchanges from the mirror my eye into the mind my refection in time but still no recognition of this reflection this person i see this time i must remember who i see the person inside of me the perfection of being free