I reasoned my doubt to the wall.
Logic tipped its hat and I watched it fall.
A segue, a sinew of synapsis streamed.
A knowing of why but not what I mean.
A drop of truth in a desert dry.
Filled with tears and sweat of I.
Gaps I seek, find, and connect.
But backers I neglect to inspect.
I want to believe its true.
Different fro me, for you.
But it truth a matter so soft?
or is it bigger, taller, aloft?
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