Poetry

No stitches will work. 
You have to navigate- 
in mendacities. 
 
You have to navigate- 
in mendacities to find 
the truth, the truth. 
 
A papyrus write may 
know the future, the destiny, 
the future, the destiny. 
 
You always run to piss 
at the tree, to draw 
the borders. The animal. 
 
The animal within you, becomes 
salmonella, dones a cap, 
enters the dome. 
 
Enters the dome.