The Laboratory
In most studies, you go as far as others have gone before you and then, there’s nothing more to know. There’s nowhere else to go. You sit in a gilded sepulchre conversing with ghosts. But, scientists feel a continual flood of discovery and wonder where the book is never finished; you turn to the next, empty page and it’s up to you to write the succeeding section.A poet is a sort of scientist. Particularly a chemist. Also a songbird. All at once. Reading the tomes of all who’ve writ before, modulating your voice to sing their songs, and finally when your tonal range is vast, you mix the many songs you’ve heard, in beakers, burettes, pipettes and flasks to create something new for your age and a song to be studied, for and to, the ones who come after you.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-06-23 at 03:42
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