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.