Sunday, March 12, 2017

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
By which and what
and whom, I knew,
he/she meant you.


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