Frankenstein's Dream Poem by Troy Cochran

Me know the names of things,
But not yet the feelings in their beings.

Me know you have to hold a thing,
Like 'child' and 'flower' delicately,
Even in Me crushing power of brain,
Or all feeling in the thing just bleeds away;

But Where it bleeds, now that's the thing
Me can't remember.
These are things the Doctor is remembering,
But he don't condescend to explain a thing
To beasts like Me.

It's for Me to do the reaching, he explain,
So he not train Me too much to understand
The workings of Me own brain
And what it might be think-making.

Me know things like 'leaves' and 'sap' and 'syrup' and 'serum; '
But 'photonic light' and 'nucleic life' and 'the molecular dream, '
Me still is reaching for them with Me brain;
Mostly at night, when Doctor is too busy thinking for himself,
And impressions raining down on Me keep Me wide awake.

'Change' the Doctor sees it; seasons of it.
Me must 'collapse the wave function of probabilities into particle reality.'
And:
'The smaller the particle, the greater the concentration of thought in energy.'
He try to make Me comprehend.

But Me is only thinking 'chains, ' and see no reasons for it.
'Crush' Me understand, and 'waves; ' but 'probabilities'
Too invisible; and 'particles' too small for Me to crush in hand.

'The Laboratory of the Brain' he sees, and cackles when he sees it.
But Me is only seeing 'Laboratory of Pain'
And Me don't want to know it.
Not anymore.

Someday Me will understand.
And then Me kill him.
But today is too much else Me go explore.