Discipline

Broken by the same plant

Ruled by existence of remarkable pull
Craving the patch of dialect
But how could I keep myself from something as tender
Nurturing as you, which inflicts me with guilt

To be a broken hearted warrior
By the samurai code is still to be a warrior
Not gone yet, and If I must
Through the hand that sweeps faith

I will notice less
I will accept more
Truth into my enclosure

The serene ways
Of natural justice

My essence; discipline.

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