This one thing that plagues
my mind, I never want to know,
no — I never wanted to know
this one fact that left my lips and
never came back and didn’t know where
to go, no, I never want to
no, this catastrophe left for the
bold, this gold that leaves your fingers
tarnished, I never want to hold, no
I never wanted to hold
this small thorn that heaves ungarnished
the blood that creeps and leaves both our fingers
tarnished, no
the ring that scorches and binds, the
the veil that hides all but the puppet
strings, tendered to all of the glittery things,
rendered all the pretty things blind, no
this one word that fled with the wings, with the
arched and the spread and the glittering dead, no,
this one thing that plagues my soul, I never wanted
to know, no, I never wanted to (you?)
no.