An act is like an iron gate that opens,
and once you are in, there is no getting out.
Contingencies nip at you like curs. Though sins
are forgiven, you're clamped in fortune's snout.
An act is like an iron gate that opens.
Since what you settle on meddles in the world
of consequence, pause before that gate.
Consider how intentions may be hurled
into freefall and then become your fate.
An act is like an iron gate that opens.