Niko Tiliopoulos

Nature,367, Pp.365-368 - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

I believe I should confess
that all the things I profess
mean nothing to the role
I ever played for her soul.

And every time I touch her hand
I can never understand
why science cares more
about what the eye is
than what the eye sees.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 13, 2008

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