Poetry for Engineers: Nine Lives of Nikola Tesla

He was born into a storm, lightning split the summer sky, in avillage the world had not yet heard of.The midwife called it a bad omen, his mother called it a sign. Your firstlife began in a storm, under open sky.One winter night you ran your hand along a cat’s back, and thedarkness cracked open with sparks.Your mother warned the house could burn.You were already chasing what you learned: Light would return.Your second life came underwater, in the current deep.…

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