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.

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