tell me everything and i
will tell you nothing.
knowing will burn us
like a candle stick
turning into an amorphous
wax
let yourself talk
let yourself reveal
what i cannot say
what i refuse to say
and maybe,
in the tiny flicker
of a burning wick
my eyes choke up
the soul hidden beneath
this concrete wall
'til then be not the moth
to the flame
take flight to the known
and leave the abyss to burn
untouched
for the beautiful sun
can never be called home
for the beautiful sun
shall leave you
burnt, scathed
and flightless.
for curiosity once killed
a cat
and Pandora's box
was never meant to be open.
tell me nothing
and you shall know
everything.
