Unspooling

I find I can't unseal the envelope,
Fearing the contents. Stomach in a knot,
I've been unsettled, nervous and distraught,
Since it arrived. I did give up all hope,
And started pondering the Tao of rope,
Deep knowledge, but of what things? I forgot.
I pulled myself away from so much thought
And acted: make a fire, and give it scope.

If ignorance is bliss, I will be glad.
All sense abandoned me, as did my wife,
Leaving me eyeing bathtubs and a knife.
A little knowledge? Yes, that's all I had,
And most of it was dangerously bad.
I'll trust the Fates to regulate my life.