Scientists in laboratories
playing with the quark,
accelerating particles
beyond the speed of light,
searching for the digit
at the end of things like 3.14159.
Clergymen in tabernacles
orating ancient prayers,
reading ancient scripture
to gathered fallen souls,
searching for the deity,
for Jesus Christ, for God.
Isolated in my room
with nothing but a notebook
and a restless scribbling pen,
searching myself for myself.