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Discipline

like a disciple

Honed and focused

on truth and love

And sins be damned

then also forgiven

A care-free spirit

wed and rooted to earth

The heron has landed

owl hanging from beak

Devoured the higher wisdom

and cut both wings to join the game

A gentle wind, eternal salve

spit fire in those boiling guts, bub

Two x two x two x two

until the rhythm hammers skull

Dig the depths of born-again thoughts

little laboratory where consciousness spews

Beg a breath to silence form

etch a sketch wiped for next design

Abyss, void, cancel, critique

chew a tooth around the spiral

Weeping willows know the score

heavy shoulders and sturdy spine

Peepers popped white as ivory

protective sheath cloaks the longest dusk