Searchers

Across a vast expanse called ‘time’,
  I heard a voice sing pure and clear
  about the fate that searchers face:
  to look afar, and miss the near.

But though the hours early come,
  and weariness runs hard and through,
  the searcher’s restless quest goes on
  because it’s just what seekers

  do

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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