Enditier Ex Indictāre Poem by Adora Williams

The images of the imagetic beings
Turning pages of an animated mirror in which
A photograph was taken from
This side

I'm broken. I can't see. The closest I got from scenes
Are these words I can't speak loud enough
So one could hear inside
That mirror of day-shaped foil
That could be any colour given one's pigments
In vision

My pigments see the wine-looking sea
That Homer wrote not just because it was written
I can see in Ancient Greek, the future Odes
And Epodes that would succeed
Another time, another god
For each log in the forest of well succeeded
Metaphors
Before — and beyond — the understanding of Tropicos
Em dashes happily put in the Fragments
Of Sappho. There are more muses that one could
Draw

Derailed muses in every written word
I love the code
So much that it outlives the show

There's no sentence, no full stop fully interpreted in this podium
That I couldn't interpret deeper, line to point
Back to front
By heart