My mistakes have become your scientific study
You examine my breakdown and
Invisible parts to prove that I am nothing
You are perplexed at how my substance
Could formulate this transcendent mold
In a state of your confusion
As you try to decipher my code
Well you famed scientist
Its not for you my fragments to contemplate
Or my errors proceed to rate
You have claimed me as your project
On display for all to see
Under a microscope all my imperfections
But still you can't figure me
I am an abstraction on a colored canvas
What you see is not what is
So I'd say to you oh scientist
Become a painter
Perhaps redeem the theory you've missed
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