Two thousand years ago, they would have called her prophetess.
Now she is one who 'uses intuition,'
Or puts the blocks together
In a slightly odd position.
No matter. On the circle spins.
Occasionally it wobbles to our whims.
Those who have an inkling of the motive force
Are left like her, to speculate,
Use science as a shroud, a blind,
Trying to dodge the wheel-tracks of fate.