I am a
Rigid and versatile molecule
Of thousands of units.
I vibrate in the liquid.
I catch and release,
Selectively.
I make your cells work
And progress.
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Tag: biochemistry
To which protein
I owe my day?
To the social that makes me breath?
To the tiny that shuttle energy?
Or to the millions outside my body?
Many and unique,
Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,
Proteins give me everyday
That molecular food
I cannot find on my table.
Regular and precise
Like a shiny Salt Crystal
Feel the changes in the air around me.
Melting away I let my energy spread
While strongly I hold on to the skills and ideas
Hiding inside but not vanishing.
Noise and broken sentences
Crawl in my mind
Worrying why the job I used to enjoy
Is now a reason off dark dreams and tears.
Have I seen a part of it that disgusts me?
Is it just this broken environment I am in?
Is it inside me? Is it the situation?
I reject the whole package
And my life gets impossible,
and gets on.
The invisible fragments
Swim free in pure sterile water
Ready for the magic.
The monstrous plasmid is coming
and the reaction will start
Hot, agitated, repetitive.
A single mutation will change the course of the experiment.
A tiny step of in vitro evolution.
I lye satisfied on the concrete
Washed by the sea and the sweetness of reward
After a year of thoughtful work.
The heat unfolds my thoughts
and my skin relaxed,
finally breathing.
Reason alone in a corner,
Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs
And added your innovation bloom
Like when you were
A just arrived first-year student.
Thoughts of Time and money
Chain your unique ideas
To a desk at the end of the classroom
Buy few steps
Will take you forward.
Dear Lord,
Make me a protein today
To express myself in all settings.
I wish for time to make me more resistant.
I demand the stability
In a simple watery situation.
I yearn to be hard-working
And fast reaching
While selecting my companions
For a perfect fit.
Another day has passed
Through my clicks and my printings
In the busy lab
Who looks forward.
Lab animals feed on planning the future
And snack on tiny bites of promising mistakes
While the mission proceeds.
The illusion of organization
Is fooling us
On our benches, in our offices,
In our freezer.
The uncontrollable magic happens
When the light is switched off and the drawer closed.
Our proteins in their tubes
Initiate the revolution
Out of our sight, behind our back
And subvert the order we imposed
To samples supposed to respond to our command
And follow our hypotheses.
The geometric rationally organized drawer
Is each night the land of anarchy
And the cause of headaches and endless hunts
In the morning.