Intuitions
By the grey in my thinning hair
I have knowledge that I could share
With those who desire
To learn what the fire
Of inspirate wisdom may bare.
By the learning lodged in my brain,
(From studying matters germane),
I hold the hid keys
That unlock release
Of powers considered arcane.
By the darkling light of my eyes
I perceive each secret that lies
At the perdue-core
Of mystical lore,
Whatever may be its disguise.
By the septum of my bent nose
I possess the arts to disclose
All facts that may be
Intelligibly
Explained of life’s strangest tableaux.
By the deafening drums in my ears
I tune-in to vibrating airs
And hear those faint hints
Of latent events
The poetic prophet preclares.
By the tongue in my toothless jaws
I speak the infrangible laws
Of word and of act,
(In fiction and fact),
That spell what no wisdom ignores.
By the nail of my left great toe –
Which is sensitive, you should know,
To pressure and pain,
To cold and to rain –
I feel how the future will flow.
By my aching muscles and bones –
With their deep interior groans –
I sense the rolled world
Becoming unfurled
Through all my most intimate zones.
By my years spent travelling the Earth
Researching intrinsical worth
I’ve found a sure mode –
That time can’t erode –
To fashion creative re-birth.
If you say that none can control
Fate’s seemingly fraught rigmarole,
For you I foresee –
In mounting degree –
Frustration oppressing your soul.
Should you sthink my claims are absurd
Then, plainly, you never have heard
That they can preview
The future that’s due
Whom such intuitions have stirred!.
