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.

~ Russell Edson