Not for Any of It

What if the primordial flaw were real
But no entity beyond it caused it?
The unmoved mover is the world as is.

The book in your lap is problematic,
But it is. The fog outside the window,
However inconvenient or lethal,

Is. Righteousness is as wickedness is.
The world is not only what it is but
As it is, as it seems—the demiurge

Was never to blame, never did exist.
There’s no changing change; there’s no salvation
From this. No one’s responsible for this.