In my laboratory,
shiny, sharp instruments nestle
in the pockets of my apron and I ponder
the problems presented by my pantry.
Into the slimy-stock spring-pond
(don’t forget the zircon crystal salt!)
for the abeogenesis of my brew:
go ubiquitous bean and an isotrope onion.
Dispense to this deep-hot biosphere;
liberal chunks of pre-prepared
(or leftover lunch ?)
Loosen the sediment with milennial swirls,
spontaneous generation will be the reward:
a metabolized fusion of coacervate droplets
ready to speak its essence and stand alone.
©Cindy Taylor 2008
Scientific poetry, related post: https://theonlycin.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/a-scientific-poem/
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