There is this ‘other’ side of things.
I repeated to myself intentionally.
The second time spoken in the opposite direction.
Our shadow shines bright in the other of places.
Our frowns turn joyful across a mirror’s divide.
Confusion turns crystal behind the fabled door.
Sadness crosses the border to tickle a belly.
Fear sprouts a sunflower tending the bees.
And as thunder crouches,
behind the veil,
rainbows are waxing.
I suppose,
when juxtaposed,
it all equals one.

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