First unveiling since...

The poet wonders, at times 

where the words went without questioning 

upon finding an old sheet of paper 

in the past they used to write on scrolls 

in stone, the words of God were formed 

but now, in space, the poets throw their work

evident by a persistent northern star 

the direction of this verse

at least, still visible 

this is the first unveiling of true words

as if by default we have to try out our 

luck with false words, with falser tongues 

one day, I will lose more than skin 

more than hairs falling down the drain 

one day, you will lose me too 

but until then I will keep 

folded onto my self, the scrolls 

I made on my first attempts, prevail them 

from a loss in space, that stopped the verse

for a long time.