Intuition

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Intuition
 
Find yourself little one. No one will tell you how to do it
Rise like troubled, angry waves
Precipitate down, soak the cracks beneath the ground which you trodded.
 
Climb the roots little one. Fibers stretching, pulling, grasping
Fill the prints, familiar and lonely
Regain your footing now, shoulders back and down, smile and pretend.
 
Seek the trees little one. Look to their leaves, learn from their trunks
Embrace, wrap their wrinkles
Solace awaits you here, tearing apart your future, benign and stupid and cushy.
 
Is it too hard little one? Everyone is tired; who are you to stop?
Collect yourself, pack up
A ship can move your body, a woman can move your soul.

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Intuition.
 
Find yourself, little one. No one will tell you how to do it
Rise like troubled, angry waves
Precipitate down, soak cracks 'neath marks you've made.
 
Climb the roots, little one. Fibers stretch, pull, grasp
Fill the prints, familiar and lonely
Regain your footing, shoulders back and down, smile and pretend.
 
Seek the trees, little one. Look to their leaves, learn from their trunks
Embrace, wrap their wrinkles
Solace awaits you here – halting your progress – benign and cushy.
 
Is it too hard, little one? Everyone is tired, who are you to stop?
Collect yourself, pack up
A ship can move your body, a woman can move your soul.