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.
Tag: order
Order of the lab
In order yet creative
The lab is the room
of chaos that turns into logic.
It might not be apparent
Or color-matching
Or alphabetical
But its order lies in knowledge
And develops along the evolving ideas
In the mind of the scientist.