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
urgency
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.