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. . 

--Russel Edson