Intuition The Great Poem by james watkin

Who among ye finer judgements
Holding Intuition as one
Has pulled from face peculiar
Something possessing the familiar
In sentiments, behind?
Who but Intuition the Great
'Miraculous' has re-defined!

Who among ye finer judgements
Holding Intuition as one
Unlike in fear but as sense-strange
Opes its eye to what's out of range
Time-trekked, danger-hid
Rolls it a boulder crushingly;
City dim, or sprouted darkly
Wraps, human-clawed, round?
Who but Intuition the Great
Supernaturally profound!