A Novelette Scientist

 

Chemicals and symbols all intertwined 

Into a great mastermind

Letters and syllables all combined 

Into a great mastermind

 

Simple matter exploaded

They smiled

Fragments of ambitions piled 

They smiled 

 

The typewriter clicking

Each message and error

Words spiraling 

A novelette scientist with no room for terror

 

Balancing the precise metaphor

Creating the perfect formula 

No one would enter through that door

A sense of literary dysphoria 

 

Writing novels with shovels

Burying the ideas before they are born 

The sinistery is confined by the devils 

For the novelette scientist is too worn 

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