Ineffable

The elders told me things I'd rather not know,
with sweet innocence being their only foe,
that crawls behind my spine.
I'd rather not know.

That ineffable ignorance,
that rancid fragrance,
that runs through my mind.
I'd rather you tell me not.

Cascading into the chthonic depths of aboulia,
that penurious yet covetuous fantasia,
trapped in this deadly oblivion of mine.
Oh desist! I say you tell me no more.

It all becomes clear at midnight,
the advent of the new day,
as fear strikes the innocent heart of thine...
then ignorance would find,
its sweet flavour.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 11:29 am