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Antimatter
(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

Antimatter

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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there is no telling in the world, is there?
the panic of love and not love twisted round you -Heller