Bite The Wax Tadpole

Last night i awoke with all the answers and quickly I grabbed hold of

pen and paper

to write down, so in the morning I wouldn't forget.

Next day I looked over what was written and oddly it was only ones and

zeroes,

but perfect in the fact that it completed my set.

Product of life I've been told, theories are stagnant and old

time to demystify something new

necessity leads us to change, what we discover is strange

solely depending on point of view

tonight, tonight I turn out my light and dream of carbon and protein

which increase my might

(tonight, tonight I turn out my light and dream of hygiene and posture

which make me seem right)

research avoids some regret, predicting what we will get

error accept and therefore gone.

physics just hinder the dream, bite the wax tadpole it seems

progress continues and marches on

tonight, tonight i turn out my light and dream of vitamins and haircuts

and genetic delight

last week I was working in my kitchen when oddly I discovered cold

fusion,

so I wrote down the process on the back of my hand.

next time when the recipe repeated I still thought that something else

was needed

cause texture and flavor were still quite bland.

I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean and came face to face with a blue

whale.

It frightened me the size that it would grow.

I found my purpose, I must prevent this, before he hurts us.

bite the wax tadpole.