Knotted Delirium

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.