Paradox

 morning has come on top of everything,

and lovely, has fashioned the sun

to its own use.

I have been replaced by light.

the dark dream i had

brought me to myself again,

i blow breaths on a hand mirror,

i touch my hands,

i am uncovered.

In the light time

the question spread out

before the green life,

seemed to come dead ended

the question was unimportant.

From a dark source 

into the mouth

the light from the moon shone

and the owl cries before flight,

in my own making

close to the shore my voice

is carried downstream

into the night.