This is the day and I am its creator,
Says Sun s she seems to arch—without movement,
The day faces her always--clouds cast
No shadows on her face: she sees no shadow,
But below the still water is a mirror where
Her face is reflected back to her in her
Self Illumination; it reflects her back
Again in a loop of perfect contemplation
Where she knows she is the only Sun:
Sudden joy, and she flares and again sees
Her joy, what joy looks like—like herself,
Sun in the mirror, the colors of light:
Here there are images immersed in white,
The shining Sun that knows no night.
