Jane often wondered:
"Was I dead before I was alive?"
Usually, this idea would come to her at odd moments
Not in idyllic bright orange and blue mornings
but in the everyday melding of the kaleidoscope-
which made purple
Filling out tax returns or while absently feeding the cat:
"Did I exist before I existed?"
Of course, the idea of never existing is unfathomable to all
Because, to be God is the human aspiration
nevertheless, Jane had to have been something before
Some island under stained seas
or perhaps a time warp-
through which the polychromatous traveled
