And then I met my other self
looking ,and strangely, doing well
slowly sowing shrivelled crocuses
in the Hadian fields of asphodel
He smiled a-pace, then wryly smirked
"in that world of inverted norms,
how often did you plant the posies
and the upshot was a clutch of thorns ?
You looked up to, to be looked down upon
by the ones you thought were yours to be
now hail the fates for broken illusions
and thank the Devil that you can `see'
Thrice welcome , then , to the city of Dis
where I am sowing some blossoms dead
perhaps here , at last, in a visiting spring
I will reap some roses red................"
