you gouged your eyes out on his doorstep just in case he'd find in them the knowledge you no longer wish to seek even though it haunts you relentlessly mindlessly doggedly in a mad daze unaware of your own pursuit of death you don’t know what you’ll do once you find it kill it crown it with a laurel wreath cut it open and feel its insides with your fingers and your teeth regardless you’ll never recognize it your eyes were left with him