and we see descending
in flaming architecture
Him announced by golden trump-
we will shake
and fall
and rise up.
I wonder
will it matter what I left behind
or will that be all the difference?
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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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