This is about something specific, but I’m intentionally obscuring it as it’s on my to-do list for writing about. In the interim, I churned this out and it reads about as well as one would expect from something rushed.

I hope you enjoy.

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A line spreading in multiple directions
Leading nowhere, leading everywhere
Full of searchers and empty of their target
They sense and hunt and continue on
They follow pathways both visible and in
They carry purpose in their steps
Steps observed as aimless to the casual eye
They march and step and eventually return
To feel a cold mist to lull them to sleep
Before they can reach their entry
And all that is left
Beyond the stilling bodies
Is one lone, searching
Searching in a vast emptiness
Alone when it joins the others