The Whole Shaboom

My bright

hermaphroditic sprite,

who guards me

through the dark

and to the light,

just came to me

tonight to re-ignite

my intuition: make it

do what intuition

knows to do

when we’re not looking

to it for a clue.

“Pretend instead

you’re looking

for a shoe,”

my wise sprite said,

“then let yourself

forget that too.

Then go to bed.”

He/she kissed my head.

“When you awake

into the dawn,”

she/he went on,

“reveal the whole

shaboom to

you-know-you.”

By which and what

and whom, I knew,

he/she meant you.

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