MLA

Such were the professors’ words; rather let me say such were the words of the devil that fate enounced to destroy me. As he went on I felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy. One by one, the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being. Chord after chord was sounded, and soon my mind was filled with one thought, one conception, one purpose. “So much has been done” exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein, “more, far more will I achieve treading in the steps already marked.” I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest, mysteries of creation.

HARLEM

I think this poem is about what could happen if you dwell in a old dream.