It wasn’t long before my words were too long for me
and I tripped over them

I don’t think in (parenthesis) or , I’m
chasing afterimages of palindromes

are we now revel clever, won new era
to I, riot
omen rat star Nemo
So men, omens
Snow nonsense.

analogue analogies obliterated
as I try to put this in words you’ll understand
it’s an outlier (what is? that four-letter word),
it’s an aberration.
don’t tell me it’s not possible to raise u to the power of infinity.

you’ll tell me, like you think you’re witty,
apple pi a la mean/median/mode.
I’ll tell you apples mean original sin/computers.
It’s all stu(dying).

remnants of Latin lace my scrapbook mind;
yours is a calculator fluent in Greek.
So we don’t compute,
but we look nice side-by-side.

you’ll never understand
I’m less real, an abstract hypothesis,
translucent: just a lens for scientists to see into the soul.
Writers don’t fit into their words.

But you’ll tell me, in that way you do—
don’t worry. You’ll grow into them.

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A/N: Not very polished yet. I know the palindromes aren't perfect, but I've just discovered how difficult they are to invent. Try it sometime.

Science and math kids speak a different language from English and art kids, though they can develop a wonderful symbiosis.

Okay so it's all kind of odd and disjointed... but I really wanted to write something different from my usual. Perhaps I haven't done it all that well, but I'll keep working at it.