Only fate is understood.
The look behind, the broken chair,
An old man falling down the stair.
It's a pulling back of heaven's hood
To cut an angel's aged hair.
Child, chosen, girl of grace,
Sitting in this sordid place
Where silence shakes off secrets--
If life takes offense against
Anything, it's chastity and corsets.
Flame fucking forest,
Water wedding wave,
Courts the groping grave.
Only…wait, what is understood?
Only fate is understood!
They'll shout it if they think they should.
Yet within each fitted inch there creeps
Questions that work as well as wood
To keep our fires from wanting sleep.