Intuition and Haze

Every intuition theory
consists of intuition's use
Before we fail our inquiry
climb again this logical spruce

Across the dawn our reddened eyes
see the haze that hides our mountains
While we feast on these dusty sighs
doing action duly fountains

Again the impulse to design
sits across from all we have done
Maybe that sight will be our sign
to forget both our blues and sun