Drips and drops of lab-tested fluids pouring lipids in curves all over the place while pops and pangs of tiny cells bubble and fizzle in petri disks and flasks regurgitating out strands of fine DNA mix and synthesis of unusual entities bubbling cauldrons of chemical ritual give rise to spells of mystic creation boldly configuring new organic oddities from lab nonsense to ancient theory mitochondrial splits and caverns entries into the unknown of man's babble for the fine and final production of science's silk that which is life and undeniable to our being so creation can forever stand tall and strong in the triumphant art of recreation
I plan to edit this poem, so I would encourage readers to give criticism on how to improve it. Negative criticism is okay...in fact, I would encourage that as well as ordinary criticism. Your comments will be appreciated greatly. Thank you!