Adora Williams Poems

I wonder if any part of my being perceives rain as tears
Or if any part of the collective's does

It's a rainy evening and all the beauty of existence I've found over the last few days
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Forgetting about the things I wrote has become the rule at this point

Even though it's written and should be permanent, it's not
It goes past
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No one has been walking in their shoes since the last equinox
Take that as you will, words are just states of mind
Reality is just estate of mind
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A disoriented princess
An Edwardian country lady having tea
The falling heart of a bride
A flower
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The world I call mine is the view within the greatest view
I'm bound to pining for contexts I cannot code
It's like stripes going up and forward — an intersection
Each millimetre is the difference that we strive to balance
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Life is thriving over death
The black keys tried to take over on the scale of B major
The number three is such arcane and delight
Nothing starts before it, it's a mere rehearsal
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My world is the dot of the i
Perhaps yours is the apostrophe before the m,
Which is also mine
But the body of the I is the collective
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Relive the good moments I didn't live soon enough
And wait for the world to end — I thought

Light will expel me eventually
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As we achieve perfection
We'll mess it up
It's our nature
Hence the history of art
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I don't want to know the starring role's perspective
I want to know who and what lead them to that perspective
I'm done with my own perspective on life
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