Tag: CRISPR

• Thoughts In Your Morning Cereal

  Casting thoughts of the future like searchlights            this is worship.The halo of attention sits atop storms of desolate mindscapes     like little bloated O’s floated in bath scum.  Frosted CRISPR Cas13’s deployed  in your morning cereal. Dad says to eat up. Viruses create havoc— an attempt to take control of the host. Then ooze blob-like out…

  Daniel Flosi

  17/11/2019

  Poetry, Writing

  American, CRISPR, poem, Poetry, technology, thoughts