I have lost sleep
alone on my couch
tottering between awake
and asleep.
I will fail.
It is absolute
with no argument
it is truth.
But when I wake up
Everything seems better.
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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