It must be done with mirrors
my head that rests on nothing in mid-air.
Where is my body
where oh where?
I can see the stones
hidden in the hands.
O bring back my body to me, to me,
O miracle bring it back
before the mirrors break.
Maya Deren.
ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS: Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.
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