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.
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