There is a place

beyond doubt


where meaning speaks so clear

that purpose is obvious

even as it makes no sense


artists splashing their detritus on walls

hailed as beauty or junk

- opinion

so secondary

to the primacy of the call



of the life force rising


the kunda demanding allegiance

from pen or clay or spices


a flow beyond reason

like a dance mistress

thumping her stick

on the floor,

terrible and true

in making movement.


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