Of me

The skin trembles under the UV-light
At the end of the sweaty experiment.
How much of me is needed
For answering a short question?
In this never-ending hunt?
To be recognized?

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Idea competition

I hear your loud words,
I see your rigorous slides,
Your expensive material is in front of me
All day
I feel scientifically invaded.
Your childish opinion is everywhere
Taking over the space and the mind
Yet my idea is better.
Small in its corner,
It ripens to perfection
And its time to bloom is behind the corner.