Poem by Russel Edson - Film by © Achilles Nasios
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.