It lies, turgid. Beneath the seedy mass of microscopy lit fluorescent, breathing. Bloated cellulose bricks in syrup Conjunctive in an extracellular mess, Ripped mesh and tiny sculpturettes Freshly bleeding. Chloroplastic green and iron red slivers of nucleic endoscopy A secret glimpse framed by my eyelashes.
I just love writing about unusual subjects. Science can definitely be poetic.