Unrelated Relations Poem by Adora Williams

Past the plateau of the will to will things to work the right way that is vague by itself
Some remarks:

I made the conscious choice of living at the mercy of mistakes
I'm choosing freedom from up and down ties as a whim
This world is so beautiful in all its incognito glory and its
Days of grass
Grim words fascinate me with their bona fide

Days of grass, days of air — For a long time, I have split my states of mind
But didn't I know you need the air to keep the grass and without
The grass the air cannot be located, placed, defined

Our true existential endeavour is getting to know all those states of mind — and their reasons
Why — as if they were heteronyms and we were the poet.

I am the poet.
And all those strangers are myself when the song is untuned
I can always go back to the beginning
I can always tune the clavichord — or find another combination for the notes

The truth about every god
Is that they're the head and the centre of their own godness
And if you don't follow them, you're outcast

In the end, being right at all the times cost you —

I finally found the situation when all and nothing means the same
Not in the sense that everything didn't matter. It absolutely and undoubtedly did.
You just didn't think so.

The dark side of illumination is that you push so hard
The dark thoughts that are natural to existence
That they take over in the worst possible way

Beatrice was holy
I'm only bitter and full of darkness

I clinch
Perpetuate
Go on
Nonchalantly