As purposeful as the Purpose of Existence

Where are you, Oh purpose of existence.
I've wandered long into the depths,
to the farthest star on the clear night sky.
My contemplation taking you only further
from where you were before I began my quest.

What are you, Oh purpose of existence,
Your definitive form from the distance,
loses its boundaries as the perceivable contours merge
when approached rendering the boundaries imperceptible.

But where are you, Oh purpose of death,
For I see you neither,
as I see not the purpose of existence.

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This blog is purposely meant to be purposeless.