Repeated Experiments - A poem about persistence

Science requires proof.

Repeated results

=
successful experiments.
'To try again the same things and expect different results'
=

the definition of madness.

But what is love if not madness?
Time after time
looking for it
searching
trying
caring
getting broken
just a little but more each round.
Yet still trying.
A never ending quest
for the grail that won't give life
but a single moment
of pure happiness.

While all my data details the failures
faith births hope
like a fly hitting the glass without giving up.
Wishing for conclusion,
tired of the lab that is our lives,
I have no answers.

Just proof.

That pain is real,
that hearts can break
and break again
and break again
and every time we put them back together
and say that's not enough
that the capacity for breaking
is infinite
and all the pain
is proof we still can feel.

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