it is an act of brutality.
an imposition of the will
stamped on the skin,
the bruise of humility blooming
in the muscles, the bones
bearing the weight of each decision.
it is a brave thing
to let truth smack you in the face.
do not turn away;
concern yourself with discipline,
cutting off the accumulation
of indifference and distraction,
the delicate removal of the veil,
the insertion of new lenses
with which to view the world.
you must learn to use new tools,
or the old tools in new ways,
or maybe you only need your hands,
capable of both gentleness and violence,every small act larger than you ever imagined.