Extenuation; Evasion Poem by Adora Williams

My poles are reversed — I perorate
Trying to convince myself that there's a reason — poetic
Illusion — Why I can't see the magic in solarised leaves
Of dashes anymore

I've been sleeping to avoid, sleeping to forget
Cosmic deals fascinate me and somehow they haven't
I'm tired and ethereally numb

I've never been a warrior but whatsoever the world is still
The same nasty place
Sometimes it's good to know blue
Talk blue
Forget the gold, hold hands and watch a French movie
Send that thought of nonchalantness to the ethers
Hoping that structured ideas will fall and love will rise
Ego will fall and love will rise — I generated in my mind in a prompt

Poets try to poetise any thought to endure existence
It leaves an open door to a new attempt
Not always certain to get to any result

We get used to everything — I tried
Reality just moves by itself as we remain
Stoic. Stoic

Anything we don't know it is, it is
Until it stops not being
And right now, I'm trying to undo a circle
So it tells me a story

Undo the torpor brought by melancholy
And experience that sense of deep normality

If I lived happier than one could ever be
If everything was possible
Would I be happy to die? — I perorate

I find a reason for today, and sleep again