We are scientists

Forever seeing our world

In detailed color

We look at each other

And see nothing

Nothing to understand

We look at ourselves

And see mystery, nothing

But a point of view

So we turn back to our studies

And the Sabbath of the soul


A scientist sat late one night

Staring down his glass

And under cold and glaring light

His glory came to pass

The secrets he had plumbed so deep

Lay naked on a slide

The secrets nature dared to keep

She could no longer hide