With A Sense Of This To Be Made Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With A Sense Of This To Be Made



My heart has felt,
More than my eyes can accept.
And yet...
My mind refuses to seek denial.
Although I keep hope,
Evidence will show up...
To connect everything together.
Since time is speeding so fast...
That something has to 'click' with it,
Somehow!
With a sense of this to be made.

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