Novelty's game calls all players. It is evident in my life - any subject which has extraordinary sophistication requires me to appoint myself of chief investigator as to how this subject arrived to that high level. So some novel fields are investigated at hyper speed. Say, a droplet of information gives enough power to understand. However it is human to turn droplets of information into the biggest tide. The trick is reorganizing the dam to haul in the most power while I'm opening up that ludicrous amount of water. This trick is not silent in any field, in fact it is employed by all. Engineering is that trick - it requires an understanding of multiple definitions. And standing on these fundamental definitions I receive power; I rise in the field and contribute. Contributions differ per field. And it may not be a dam to be built but a scrawling on it, or maybe throwing a rock at it. Such is my poetry - it's the most chaotic structure to everyone outside the author's mind. Now, poetry itself is a medium for communities to organize around, but even so it is as ethereal as a momentary wind in a forest. Nonetheless, this poetry is stored in the library I always carry with me - my mind. And this contribution can be the droplet of information for someone else to create tides of knowledge.