On the other side of a mirror there's an inverse world,
where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of
earth and recede to the first slime of love.
And in the evening the sun is just rising.
Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon
childhood robs them of their pleasure.
In such a world there is much sadness which, of course,
is joy.
‘Antimatter’ by Russell Edson ext.
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