11-15-2025, 07:07 PM
My hypothesis
If I mix these two,
I should get you.
To titrate -
My liquid nitrate,
That screams your name
In vain.
The hot plate scorching,
The xenon flickers blue,
A glow I chase,
Never to follow.
Beakers tremble,
Glassware cracks.
Nerves - fragile -
As I swirl the solution,
I see no dilution.
The reaction turns,
Mixtures curdle,
Colors fade.
It heats so much,
Yet cold to the touch.
The glass slips -
I feel it before it
Ends on the ground.
My hypothesis - a failure -
Wildly benevolent,
Like how it shattered
My own logic.
Never were you meant
To be man-made.
Your shape takes form,
Contamination blooms
From the breath held -
A single exhale
Undoing a life's work.
Reactions stall,
Mixtures cloud.
A hypothesis collapses -
You were never meant
To be produced.
As compound and profound as you
Cannot be born
From disfigured hands -
Shaking too much,
The splinters, still visible.
Hands that can't tell
Where the glass begins
Or ends.
That's where they
Start to bleed.
Formed by imperfect hands
That tremble
At a single
Glance of glass.
I tried to make it longer than usual, and it worked alright.
If I mix these two,
I should get you.
To titrate -
My liquid nitrate,
That screams your name
In vain.
The hot plate scorching,
The xenon flickers blue,
A glow I chase,
Never to follow.
Beakers tremble,
Glassware cracks.
Nerves - fragile -
As I swirl the solution,
I see no dilution.
The reaction turns,
Mixtures curdle,
Colors fade.
It heats so much,
Yet cold to the touch.
The glass slips -
I feel it before it
Ends on the ground.
My hypothesis - a failure -
Wildly benevolent,
Like how it shattered
My own logic.
Never were you meant
To be man-made.
Your shape takes form,
Contamination blooms
From the breath held -
A single exhale
Undoing a life's work.
Reactions stall,
Mixtures cloud.
A hypothesis collapses -
You were never meant
To be produced.
As compound and profound as you
Cannot be born
From disfigured hands -
Shaking too much,
The splinters, still visible.
Hands that can't tell
Where the glass begins
Or ends.
That's where they
Start to bleed.
Formed by imperfect hands
That tremble
At a single
Glance of glass.
I tried to make it longer than usual, and it worked alright.
I know that rhyme, rhythm, and meter are not academically standardized.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.