BeakerA Poem by labyrinthapathyExperimenting with phrase lengths and odd time. Inspired by love.A drop, like dew Timidly ferments Coasts down the cleft Frayed glass creates The space augmented The crisp, even valley A lateral highwire Symmetry between mind and matter Eyes cry like streams flow It begins with molecules Struggling to find respite Writhing against natural barriers Beating paths of weak resistance Powered by raw innocent passion Attempts to break atomic bonds Blindly attain a sense of will Despite the latent risk It might be illusion Like this, Biology is a circuit. A drop, like dew Thick as oil And red as blood Trills and weeps Now above, The glass's bottom Once held bottled compassion.
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