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"echoes of lawrencium"
"echoes of lawrencium"
They called him Lawrencium, earth’s heaviest ghost,
A minister of molecules, his commandment strict:
“Periodic truths or chaos will unfold.”
Yet in his eyes, a tremor no table predicted.
He spilled phosphorus into water’s lapping glass—
A girl’s screams answered as fire spat its tongue.
Fists flew, vials cracked, and we fled choking on green gas;
He played fart-tunes on glass rods, teaching with a madman’s grin.
On his desk: a crumpled journal, page half-burned by doubt.
His fingers trembled over ink as if guilt leapt from the pen.
We saw but laughed—his madness a lesson too loud—
Never pausing to read the signs his mind would send.
Then the lab stood silent, chaos sealed behind locked doors.
No more explosions—only a door wiped clean of breath.
We heard the principal’s footsteps echo down the corridor,
A bulletin in hush: he’d ended both vows and life in one breath.
In that still hallway, whispers rose: “Justice for his crimes—at once!”
Mobs form in seconds, hungry to eye for eye.
But truth is a slow-growing crystal; patience is its only lens.
Better to wait for every shard than brand an innocent one.
So let us learn from Lawrencium’s final fractured note:
Rushing to judge leaves ashes where justice should stand.
Give time to the evidence, let every truth find voice—
For a verdict delayed may yet save a soul from our hand.
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Now this poem is kind of
Now this poem is kind of exciting, in that drifts between the charged world of science and the weight of our judgments.
It follows a mysterious chemist whose experiments spark more than just reactions—and it asks us to pause before we leap to conclusions.
Which moments in the poem echoed for you?
Did any lines make you question how quickly we decide guilt or innocence?
I'd love to hear your interpretations, reactions and any questions it may stir up.
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