Our knowledge is the end of innocence
Our wisdom is the source of all our pain
The knowing takes away our ignorance
It hides concealed within a farce of gain
If I could not perceive that I had lost
I would be scarcely held inside my grief
But since I recognize the bitter cost
My contemptible woe exceeds the brief
If I know beforehand what is to come
The knowledge does not make the coming cease
What fate brings forth forever shall be done
White noise intruding upon my great peace
And so I hide in night’s obscurity
Convinced my blindness brings forth purity

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