ive cataloged these catastrophes
dewey decimated the details
in the recesses of my mind.
searched for wrinkles
in the formulas,
possible scientific oversights.
researched the facts
both empirical
and absolute.
and continue to come up
with the same exact results.

the lab coat is tattered
the beakers all broken
the scientific study
in general disarray.
its the definition of insanity
expecting different responses
from the same set of stimulus.
and i know better.
and yet...

sometimes,
its not the findings that are coveted
not the facts.
its the research
the work
the journey,
sometimes.