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Mass Spectrometry Lab

By: Matthew Styles (postgraduate student in the school of chemistry)
Competition Year: 2012
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A humming sound permeates
A cold winter breeze
Icy light, truly white
Bathes plastic trees
With tube and wire branches
Sockets instead of leaves

Sitting still it is odd to think
About the vacuum in the room
Sudden darkness
Sudden fright
Underground a blinking red dot
Decides to give
Day or night

Each molecule is a puzzle
We need a vacuum to decipher
An answer
From emptiness
(and an electron multiplier)
Sometimes science seems
The epitome of magic
This unseen world we build ourselves
Set out, defined as logic
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