Knotted Delirium - Mar De Grises

I suppose accuracy

In the morphology of knots

With that impertinent spontaneity

A freezable hypnosis is born

So to apply it on whenever you need

A tied new breed

Tied and red hot

Like every knot

In absence of

Scientific delirium

The truth reveals inside

A smell recording device

As the first work

Of a paid knot untier

But that freezing inside

A loss of logic provides

Altered by ancient odours

Another defrosted hypnosis in vain

Another failed attempt

Of untying one knot of accuracy