Blame me for not coursing the safe routes
but impaired to this paths of perdition
which encircled me as a snare
Blame my rod for entering every vent
but never blame the wound for refusing to stay dry
blame this well for being all encompassing
but remember you never covered the lid when you fetched
this table didn't shake when you left the door ajar
and ask me how I saw the mirror in your room
were we weaned to be impaired when nature had bestowed on us the grace to appreciate beauty?
let's pretend we never say when the sacred
beard was shaved in the day light
Let's pretend we never saw the
photographer who pointed the flash even
when it wasn't dark
let's pretend we never saw when the bride
was kissed before the veil was taken off
let's pretend when the undies
were hung on the line at daylight
but refused to reprimand
Now you're putting the blame on me
Now you're asking how did we get here
and I asked you, are we cursed or cause?
