An eerie matter
I’ll confess,
To know a person
You’ve not met,
From precognition
Foretelling set
To so conjure
A vision semblance,
You’ve felt be part
Of a destined state…
Hence portend wait
‘Twould bind
A conjured image
To my mind,
Thus transposed fate
To precognition
Of intuitive reality,
A preordained design!