rap @ 50
you put yourself in purdah
when your downcast gaze
measures access to your dream
by the next permitted footstep
you put yourself in purga-
ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gatory
when you pluck the petals
from your rosy rose rosary
you do yourself disservice
making work out of leisure
when you take away the pleasure
the laughter from a fumble
whether or not
you believe in this
the random dis
chaosed order’s holiness
or that holy order taken
gives to every breath awakened
purpose, bliss
you better not weaken
from your mission, a path
made from sinuous decision
the road without wrath
isn’t straight
