A Singular Arity

In a moment of rapture I still could not capture all that lies "in between" I was able to gather all the pieces that fractured, but not the one I had seen I only saw it once, a singular occurrence, and now it is so elusive My hunt became hunts, I looked back to the front; the results are inconclusive Don't think for a second that I have abandoned my mission I know that relentless pursuit will produce fruition I don't ponder for one moment that I will tire or collapse I will wait for the bestowment after enough time has elapsed