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Sodium thiosulphate simmers In a clear blue stream of bunsen flame That whispers round the test tube glass Like a hush or a wish. Sodium thiosulphate cools In a plastic dish which its heat Will disorder as its molecules array. A seed crystal falls; The dish buckles. The microscope focuses now. Beneath these binocular lenses, With white extending arms encompassing space, With the certainty of this morning's dawn, A matrix grows - To see a crystal grow is like Seeing a star as a sun For the very first time or like Finding a painting as truth - It is like your very first wipeout In jumbles of sea With the sun At the surface. |
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