That long time had passed
And what took years to compile
Is now open to the world.
Curious eyes will undress it,
Critical thinkers will hold it
One day maybe against you.
Your hypothesis is breathing
And, alive, it can join other minds
In their travels
Drawing paths in a snowy desert.
Hard work manuscript
Publishing comes at the end
And like parting leaves a mark
On the skin and in the memory.
Details seem minor and of no effort
But you know the price you paid
And the taste it left.
Experiences are joined
And the discovery is presented
Like the tale of your life
In the lab.
Manuscript fascination
Knitting Words in a thin line
To portray a discovery
Is a daunting experience.
Describe what is immediate
And later drive people
to the hidden effort
And the bumpy journey
That kept you up at night
And excited at day.
Dissemination
Spot the top taste,
Divide the deluding dichotomies,
To tell a tale of lucid technology.
Welcome the reader, put your tools on the table,
and paint your discoveries with only straight lines and rigid angles.
They will read it, they will reason it,
It will happen.
