It is a little white whale
Marked with a great red scar,
Timeless, unbroken, infinite,
Yet intimately accessible,
Chased not by one Ahab,
But thousands of them,
Some of whom are spectacular
In that they are lesser failures
In this insane pursuit
Wrapped in all of Spring's beauty,
Lighted by summer.
See you in the fall.
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