Yesterday, 04:57 AM
Sonnet Found on a Lab Bench
Have you not told me, James, how science works?
That error mustn’t be confused with fail,
mistake upon mistake builds to the Grail
of heart’s desire, in bafflement truth lurks?
Do you believe, as you have said to me,
incomprehensible results are best–
that try on unsuccessful try is blessed
with hard-earned knowledge, mystic alchemy?
You’ve sought me, James, in mountains, by the lake,
with flowers, chocolates, and with champagne;
you prize me as a token of success.
But should you come to love for my own sake
as I, perhaps, love you, and ask again,
your next proposal’s answer may be “Yes.”
Have you not told me, James, how science works?
That error mustn’t be confused with fail,
mistake upon mistake builds to the Grail
of heart’s desire, in bafflement truth lurks?
Do you believe, as you have said to me,
incomprehensible results are best–
that try on unsuccessful try is blessed
with hard-earned knowledge, mystic alchemy?
You’ve sought me, James, in mountains, by the lake,
with flowers, chocolates, and with champagne;
you prize me as a token of success.
But should you come to love for my own sake
as I, perhaps, love you, and ask again,
your next proposal’s answer may be “Yes.”
Non-practicing atheist