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The Mind of a Membrane
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By: dyana
(School of Chemical Eng. and Analytical Science)
Competition Year: 2017 Votes (2) | Comments (0) |
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just standing in isolation, I long for cross-flowing
paralysed with these islands of polarity
attracted only to the dead-end, stuck here on the surface
it hurts. Dear Pore, let me through
I do know that pain means living
and to be alive is lucky
but sanity keeps pulling me to the permeate side
I am trapped and transported away with this hopelessness,
yet why can’t I be open and honest about it?
to contain and still be strong as the retentate
shedding no tears
although I am much less than the composition I used to be.
Losing part of me
is no sign of a weakness,
it means somewhere, somehow
a heart, quite big enough, is guiding me.
Pressure may drift me further away
obsessed with the pain of what seem temporary
even what’s left of hope turning me wobbly.
Hold on! There is a door small enough for me to squeeze through
a carbon-carbon gap welcoming still,
I hope I will make it through.
Hopelessness but able to hope?
Give pause dear, to your self-contradiction.
Have a pause.
