I had a little
Intuition left in me

Endured on
Broth I boiled
Off the bones
Of intuition

/

It’s a dirty
Game to go on
Intuition only

To follow
Intuition like a dog
Across the sluices
And sands

To leave
My slurried
Footprints
In the sulfur

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A juried thing
A ceremony
Bound to do
Its civil duty

To lay the bread
Of intuition
At the feet
Of beauty

Tell you what
This intuition
Assuaged every
One but me