I hope
that if I were to place
a firecracker into my brain
with a lit fuse
until my thoughts
splattered through my ears
like a muddy geyser
onto a page
that it would look
just like
this.
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The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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Good job. 2 nods of approval.
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