The Windows Poem by Adora Williams

The two common points of
Cubism sights and the breath of life
Randomise, randomise!

If the view has no outlines, if the birds have no gestalt
Would the jellyfish watch the bolt if it didn't live forever

That was my thought afterthought, I've always wanted to know
What the sights of birds and fishes feel like
I don't trust my own, reality
Isn't what it is just because I can think before I see

The past, reality is the past, it deludes to create the illusion of time
So we can afford to coexist with birds and fishes and wonder
Why isn't the hexagon a platonic solid if they define even a population of bubbles
Why? Why are windows feared and shadows in the cave
Freedom
Free them!

We walked the lines of endless possibilities, we reached enlightenment
We fought two wars, we survived in a state of hematites
Husbands died, husbands returned
Either way, wives cried

Why is the night quiet still?

The mistakes were the second hand, and we're addicted to timetables
A plateau of lists naming expectancies for the delusive then
Outlines that will never get filled in

We don't know what reality is, and it's frustrating
Violet sighs from the ethers: one idea of Plato has four sides, four angles

She who couldn't even, will be braided among odds and ends on the ware
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