Essence

Another event.
Another futile attempt.
Another fusion of dulcet words.
Another manifestation of my perception.
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There exists in this world,
an unfulfilled soul.
Flitting,
from one notion to the next,
in pursuit of an elucidation.

It is unsuccessful in comprehending,
the delight and despair presented.
It is blinded by its hunt,
for impeccability in this world.

It is engulfed by avarice,
to desire only pleasure
from the luminous reflection
of another,
similar to itself.

It is to stay vexed,
till that juncture in time,
where it will learn
to embrace the bitter and the sweet.

The quest to fathom
the essence of an emotion
is an ordeal like no other.
for there is nothing to affirm
the wishes will cease to exist.

Acquiescence,
that it is an inescapable part,
of the voyage
is a divine realization in itself.