A musing on fate

Assume I would,
that our fate is unknown to us
lost, unseen

But this is merely an assumption
ignorance was never my blessing
I instead chose that other thing
that mad desire

I chose knowledge
with careful hands,
blasphemous words
and certain desire

I blazed a path
pierced a veil
saw time, touched fate

Such things are unspeakable,
no words, no thoughts, only instinct

But in here lies the madness
the question, the trap.

to change fate
or to affirm it
to change through affirmation
to affirm through change

white battered wings
in a blood stained sky
they once were

but was the past the future?
or was the future a dream?
is the future the past?

the king once wrote of that door
that door at the top
and the desert is a grand one.

epoch lie as grains of sand.
and demons glow in the grass.