Thrall to limerence
Punished for not being God
Living a strange life
Grieving lost dreams
Looking the world over
For the one to whom
All the praises will be bestowed
Simply because his shape
Fits the shape of the void
A crowd has been searched
Hundreds of missives
No, endless missives
None yet are perfect
Hard work for a perfectionist
As a wanderer
As a seeker
The search will continue
If it takes 30 years
Or longer
Something worth finding is
Something worth waiting for
When the missing piece
To the puzzle arrives
Alleluias will be sung
And then I will be
In my place
And I will
Know my place
That is home
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