​who makes the truth

Who makes the truth?
Who paints the moon?
Who’s name is the all knower?
The sun’s brother?
The echoer?
The godmother?

I know who makes the truth
Who paints the moon
Who’s name is written on the stars feet
My new friend who’s teeth are breaking
Who bites on the rocks of secrets while he talks
The lamp holder, making impossible from nowhere
And who will ask me: “Oh, what’s the matter?”
Who cares?