Purpose
There's an emptiness
in the circus of my soul,
a perception
that determines
the way shadows are drawn
across identical planks
and defines the depth
of mountains and rays.
Day after day
I complete these mood circuits
one fourty-five degree bridge
to another
in a quest along
an ace of diamonds,
looking for a purpose
for the darkness
and for the light
that might enlighten a leaf
upon the tree of Man.
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