While I,
arisen from no one’s time,
you are what has not yet been named.

Stay away,
and approach: I do not exist yet,
and that… that is becoming.

Shadow is light when it appears reversed
…I breathe therein without form.

Another glint on my nameless existence
so you may not may, but are.

Avoid the noon in the morning,
and look backward, forward.

And so I dwell in non-being,
and you keep disappearing
and that is your mirror,
never repeated.