Strange to see it now, without those glasses
From a sober perspective, a lost perfection
Yet, it is remarkable that
Though everything changed
It somehow remains the same
It makes me wonder
There is something about it
That inspires me to disassemble it
Into the tiniest pieces
To put it together again, mindfully analytically
I wish to deconstruct it and shape it like myself
But I also want to take it as it is and wear it like a costume
I'm tempted to perturb it
To push the boundaries of its invariances
The robustness of its complexity
My compulsion to unravel its true source
I just really need to discover which pattern is responsible
For my mental model kidnapping
The severe necessity to understand
Till how far can I stretch its composition
How many parts can I remove until its kernel disappears
Yes, there's something about it that is unique
Which I tried to reproduce
Using my collection of unrelated stolen items
But couldn't get even close
Tried to describe it exhaustively, repetitively
And still could not portray more
Than a remote resemblance of its essence
