On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world,
where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the
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.

2 Comments

  1. Rao says:

    Is this “sadness” is a part of Delight of Existence!

  2. Marissa says:

    simply just that…

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