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May I heed intuition

Beyond which logic cannot go Things half-seen and half-heard so In expression, complexion, inflection Tone, colour, shape, and other Feeling textures that arrive whole Unlike the myriad little steps of Well-ordered reasoning Like a seed that germinates When conditions are ripe To recognise the pattern in the Noble proportions given to senses

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