We can feel intuition as
A poke or a prod, as
A stroke or a caress.

We can turn intuition into
Brutality, use its energy
To defeat ourselves, and others,
When times are atrocious.
After all, We are already
Globally defeated, limited.

We can suddenly grasp intuition,
‘Yay’ its appearance, welcome its
Objectivity, subjectively understood,
Of course, because we are prodded
By memories, experience, learning
And life, lived.

“Not proud? Not Prada? No, no,
Don’t take my ‘freedoms’s-collective’ won
And turn it into me! Materialism!
You gluttonous God of pleasure,
Fornicating with self, don’t leave me
Alone! Where is my Babylon? Where
Is my other?”

Existentialism doesn’t exist.

Ouch! Intuition’s Lessons! That one hurt…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/6/06