Numbers and colours
Fight each other on my slide.
Voices get silent
And bulletpoints get longer
Worth words telling a story
That built in the lab.
Glass and plastic have cuddled
Liquids of value
And proteins of temperament.
Science meets poetry
Numbers and colours
Fight each other on my slide.
Voices get silent
And bulletpoints get longer
Worth words telling a story
That built in the lab.
Glass and plastic have cuddled
Liquids of value
And proteins of temperament.
My lips cannot pronounce
The impact of these numbers
But only imagine it and suggest it
With metaphors and little confidence.
Numbers talk to me
And they swirl into a portray of our future
That hardly graphics can describe.
Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
And wanderings
That add corners and colour harmony
To data.