Fast theory

Far from my lab,

Into another protein world,

The wife man builds a theory.

Elegantly portrayed

It suits now on my desk,

In a childish naïve email

Pointing a finger at me.

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Privacy respect

I thrive for communication,
Yet i fear the overdose.
Attacks from messages,
instant and always urgent,
Are invading my time.
Emails respect boundaries
And leave the time to you
When they are distilled as drops
And no river breaks the boundaries.

Work email

Three tiny suspension points
Keep me hanging from a finger
From my desk.
The text was succint
and the short sentence closed
By a point
But i cannot find the real meaning
That those carefully chosen words
Hide.