AN Experimental Poem For Marcel Duchamp's Big Glass Sculpture : "The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors ,Even"

Here is a poem which I've been working on revising & re-editing over a number of years . It was meant as an attempt to put into words the experience of pondering a work of art by Marcel DuChamp made of layers of glass & involving various mechanized manifestations of DuChamp's wild imagination.
The poem is an exercise in some vague form of concrete poetry though more flexible than concrete. Which means the poem in its physical manifestation on the page reflects to some extent the theme & images presented in the poem.

“ The bride stripped bare by her bachelors,Even”
For Marcel Duchamp


Life & Art are in the details of digressions

a series of progressions
of various distractions
of mental formations
of labyrinth constructions
seen through prismatic glasses
reconstructing
de
con
structing
illusions of dis
tortions
caught in the fish-eye-lens
of a camera held in your hand

the hand
the fingers
sorting through files
layered one upon another
memories
distilled images
of stacked
silicon chips
fingers gliding through
stirring
mercurial
electrolytes
sparking
igniting
synapses
mirrors spiraling
whirling whirling
spiraling mirrors
sheets of glass
tumbling
through
clouds
in the China-Blue Sky
in the curved lens
of your eyes
a mirror you hold up to the world
the soft mercurial mirror
a swirling sea
of waves
ever changing
swirling in
the layered
prisms in the fish-eye lens
of your dreaming mind
Even

crumbling
pyramids
built on
shift
ing
sand
Even time & Space
collapsing
inward imploding
words lost in explosions Even
images of ages of eons
squeezedintoamillisecondofawarenesseven
poets babbling insane babblings

Words in drift-wood broken by crashing waves on the shores of shifting reason
Even
seeking words babbling
discom
bobulated
left babbling


overwhelming

Even
by blinding
brilliant light
over-whelming
shocking left in
fear & trembling
of revelations
of God
of Beauty
of Art
Even-
of all that is
all is lost in language
the de of is
lusion order lost
is not
the Over-Arching Experience
words lost
Over-Whelmed

by a Tsunami
of waves bombarding
wave
upon wave upon wave
of words of colour of sound
of visions of mishapen dreams of twisted memories
drowning the senses

Even -

If you have an opinion one way or the other on this experiment ,let me know.
See you around,
GORD.