Intuition

Companionship sits in lonely corners, Waiting for your advances, And wonders why you let White noise Keep you from her door. Even in your doubt, She would help you examine Each pebble in your heart, Piling them into neat compartments Of clarification As you freely express every fear. Why you should run From the sanctuary of Solitude Is a question for the ages, And she believes she'll never Quite grasp the reason For your evasion. Camaraderie can exist with the self When the kingdom of heaven Is discovered To be living inside, And it's found to be paved With the gold of intuition.