I wanted to restict myself as much as possible for this one, so
it's in Iambic Pentameter with rhyming couplets and the first
letter of each line spells out IAMBIC PENTAMETER. I may have
dropped the ball on some stressed and unstressed syllables -- I had
been drinking when I wrote it.
The Scientist
I see a man, he stares at me, he dreams
about a time in distant future -- seems
mysterious -- he talks about his world
before he came to us (the tale unfurled).
In distant lands beyond the stars he finds
cerebral people and he reads their minds.
People who knew science in its beauty.
Echos in time's immutability.
Never ending patterns in the ravaged
temple housing knowledge. It was savaged
after members -- wishing that results he
managed to uncover would all agree
entirely with accepted thinking --
tempered his research. He started drinking
Ended up without a friend to count on.
Rewinding then, he travelled back in time.