Adventures in dream poetry

Had a dream last night that I was watching a long-haired performance poet of the male American variety give a recitation. For one of his pieces, he held up two mirrors and a book in between them, and said "This is a love song between two mirrors and a book". I have no idea what he said next but we all found it wildly hilarious.

I was curious to see what this poem would actually be like, so I wrote it. (Or rewrote it)?

Don't think I quite managed to recapture the hilarity of the moment (hey, I suppose you had to be there). It is still achingly pretentious, however.

Love song between two mirrors and a book

I love you

It seems for years I have been gazing into your face gazing into the face of me as I gaze into you

Through the endless ramifications of existence, there is only me in you and you in me and us in them

We are the world, or there is no world, or we have consumed the world

Do I reflect your lines or do you line my reflections

Is there start is there end or is there time without end

If existence is but thought what is time to such as we, who is I, the ultimate solipsism

And so here we are, for there can be no other place, and no other when,

And we have eternity to contemplate these subtle imbrications on the fabric of reality

What is reality

Why is a hot cross bun

How long until a string quartet

Wherein lies the inherent courage of a crème brulee

And for forever we will, as forever we have, dance across the receding landscape of our images, sweet torment of eternity,

Unfold your pages for me, dear book,

Hold me in your recursive imagery, shimmering, dear mirror,

I shall be your moon. I shall be your earth. I shall be your stars. I shall be your quasar. We shall be the galaxy.