capping intuition





collective pain points…..

I am the science I did not learn, I tread through the lab uncertainly

potions I created

               I mixed

               I churned

not drawn to diagram no instruction given

the cauldron I brewed came to boil by the hands only I know, hands sisters grew



living in the necessary complexities of planets mocking

oh how they laugh

little bellies full of galaxy dust, dehydrated minds, dizzy and vertiginous

a machine tells us to run and stop

to run and stop


to erase




*trip


Intuition said:


“run!”


and so, we ran, she ran, they ran


she continues:


use me--or you--use me,

mind in your mind

is your mind


not the capital they have planted you to follow


she smiles:


money is a nuisance but it always comes

a wind whose fervor is all but compassion,

moreso a virus engrained

so intelligent it has abilities to code as love


she strengthens, bolsters:


who do you allow to motivate?

listen to the voice so loud it fades into your blood

a minuscule cell coasting underneath

a lightbulb, a compass, a push, a nudge

do not ignore the delicate code of your being, your being, you




Text and Audio by Ashlin Ballif.

Ashlin Artemesia Ballif is a writer, curator and the author of our floral anatomy, a collection of her poetry and visuals from friends.