Tape-Colouring Poem by Adora Williams

You raise the lamp of the character of what someone once was or could be
You catch the star to match that perspective of causality
Art imitates being

I chose my part
Who lived off literary movements
And philosophy counter concepts
That never happened — but the imprint
Was always there

Some changes in weather are just potential
And that's all they could be

Leave it to the one you'll become
When the wind blows to and
From Hesperus again