They were all lost in blind search
every corner, nook or cranny.
No stone unturned, no subtle clue
missed or they’d have to start anew.
Every word they say, or thing they do
all for that one single goal,
a single minded search in the dark
with only the senses they don’t know
to guide them through this endeavour,
this whirlwind of events repeating forever.
A never ending loop, never twice the same
a deadly contest, a lively game.
In moving pictures on the screen,
in the victories that have been,
or the successes that could have been,
in horrors or pleasures heard or seen
or all that left un-felt and unseen,
hidden is the warmth of the destination
of their long wound search
for a reason.


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