in what name

the sun comes out through clouds dim light
i wait in patience for the hour to turn
night's gone with its deep immemorial fright
i am here my bread and jam today to earn
inverted structures do not change the norm
how i hear or speak is my particular joy
what's seen when all is finished is the form
the thing in itself is only my mind's toy
the dialectic informs us that the shade
is as essential as the being that makes it
one into the other we should expect to fade
into new shape by whatever mood that takes it
morning has come little this day that shines
the stag of time has caught on on his tines