A Renaissance Of Mistakes Poem by Adora Williams

An opportunity — evergreen — of rewinding the plot
A correcting tape for a life unwritten through the ribbon
I baulk

Water-made ink, abrading graffiti — on the tissue paper
The ephemeral imprint of the heat impression
Me, the pretender

I counterfeit line art; I make drafts over drafts and over-light to reflect
The so-called intuitive sketches that are merely boredom
While I teach what I lack

And I revere living idols for their supremacy in the mistake
Which I don't do because I recall Renaissance triumph
Whenever in wits I ache

Whenever at crest I fake.