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
