The name was actually an error on my part and then it just kind of stuck.
Studying the rocket science of my love
I looked at the topography below
Maybe it was too ambitious
Lost on a journey
No legend, no key
A bit too much natural on the artificial side
My landscape must have been treacherous
Not too rocky
A couple steep hills
Possibly there were too many uneven slopes
It could’ve been the contoured lines
Sharp landforms
Valiant river
Maybe not finding the right angle for my teeth
Or was it that, in this light
The area was too radiant
Too concrete
Truly humble underneath the chart
Found nothing, so I evaluated the chemistry
Checked beakers
Test tubes
Every last single Erlenmeyer flask
But the system was stable
All bubbling
Titrating
No discoloration of any sort
I had the perfect solution
Two elements
One compound
But the chemicals just didn’t mix
Seemingly neutralized
Supported base
A placid fixture
No wonder it was all of woe
Still with no luck, I studied the biology
The makeup
The processes
The structure of why I am how I am
The freckled, dimpled face
One dominant gene
Another unpredictable allele
Couldn’t identify the mutation at hand
I glazed over the features
Acute nose
Almond eye
Just the right geno-to-phenotype
I even went to the microscopic level
Genetics
Naturally selected
Entirely too many viable units of inheritance
After all the hypothesizing
Albeit, one of many an educated guess
It was then that I looked to the obvious
An indiscretion
A malfunctioning error
There was simply no fuel propelling my rocket up.
Tedra