A twinkling tale of buds

Old memories stored in virtual isolation,
deserves a reprise in such challenging times we live in,
And an opportunity to share about my beloved yeast
that I parted with a month or so ago…

Perpetual Motion of Thought


With much joy  the grand old yeast said to her daughter,

“Look above my little child,

see those even stars that toil at night till oblivion,

quietly twinkling now and often,

with a heart of its own;

Responding humbly to the earthly stimuli

with its incessant winks;”

A remarkable similarity indeed to our microscopic world;

regarde, regarde mon petit levure,

those buds and necks, all the same like us.


No sooner had the daughter held her neck up,

than the ever-dutiful mother employed her

nano pores and channels to transport molecules and memories,

and mitochondrial DNA too, much too swiftly;

A split-second after, the bud surface

sealed tight and the motherly constituents engulfed.

Lest the lesser mortals shall subject these

marvelous pearls to unimaginable torments,

that shalt rip their cytoplasm miles apart.



And so the yeasts and the binary stars developed a bond

very special…

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