Cubism and Its Double

The breeze through an open window
hits the midsection,
causing instant death.

Well, not really death,
but a possibility of rebirth.

Not in the tinkling bell
and incense way,
but in the consciousness
of the recognition of the possibility
of another.

If I place this bottle and this glass
on this wooden table,
if I unfold this newspaper and
set it next to a spoon
holding a cube of sugar,

and then, I am struck by lightening,
Just where am I?
Just what view of me will you see
and What view of you will I see?

Initially, we must restrict to grays and browns.
This process reveals that
all color is gray or brown.

Or, that gray and brown can
stand for any color.

Through this realization,
we allow the window to open
further a crack.
There are leaks from the soul and the body.

2.

Through this window
there is no return.
This leap cannot be reversed and

all Sound, vision, touch,
all smell and taste are reborn,
soft and squalling into orphaned sense
where everything is new.
Even newness itself
has not been patched or darned.

This is the long told mortal coil
housed in a moth eaten sock.
All that remains are rents and gaps
that give this insupportable structure
a lack of heft.

Having slipped through the crack,
we find there are no planes,
no longer walls.
All that is left is in between.