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.
