Streaks of buffer on the paper
To communicate,
Streaks of light on the quartz
To analyze,
Streaks of bacteria on a gel
To separate.
Surrounded by lines building boundaries
I sneak and squeeze
Towards the end of each
Where the pot of gold lies.

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