Euthyphro

It does not matter where I go,
or how I smear my face with dust,
If I am not completely just:
I cannot unknow what I know.

I missed the point until today,
but now, the point has pierced my side -
so even if I try to hide
a trail of blood gives me away.

God bless those wry and subtle guides
who place the cart before the horse:
they know that he who finds his course
can surely straighten out his ride.

It does not matter where I go,
but go I must: and on my way,
I'll do whatever good I may.
I cannot unknow what I know.