A Rhyme for the Vexed

Maryl pushed a strange idea,
her foot in reality unknown.
And everywhere that Maryl went,
her contention was sure to go.

It followed her to science class one day,
which is allowed by its rules.
It made the scientists laugh and cry,
once her claims they did peruse.

And so the community threw it out,
but still it lingerers near.
In the minds of those with guilt or doubt,
perpetuated by fear.

- Valence Shift

"The world needs weavers. The ones who can take different threads of knowledge and weave them into a new idea."

— Valence Shift