For the One Still Searching

Through a moaning mist of future days
Thorough silent creaking shadows
Mindlessly dancing, Purpose twirls
In search of something
A solid something: a break
Caught and claimed
As finders keepers; Purpose twirls
The cotton skirt flutters and flies
Around the red raving sandals
Keeping Purpose afloat, hovering
Above the safety of solid ground;
Eternity half gone, Purpose goes on
Searching for someone to seduce โ€“
For the one still searching.

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