Blue light

The blue light of the screen

Gives me results and ageing.

Can I work and not hurt myself?

Can I do science and stay young?

Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?

Conscious and curious,

I sit at my desk.

Sweet protein life

Some proteins survive boiling,

Some enzymes live happily ever after

The long drop freezing,

Some peptides bind like a child to a mum,

Tight.

I will be a curly lysozyme today,

Hard working and efficient,

Yet sweet to taste.

Soft feeling

Close to my body,

Your little young breath paces my life

now.

Baby with innocent face

And voice of thunder,

Your sweetness spices my life

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