discipline (late night discussions with a poetry editor)

surely

it must be

a dead place

that you speak of,

words

without emotion?

art

without life?

perhaps

this is what

it has all come down too;

a world

of plastic and steel,

whose children

no longer know

the difference

between logic

and passion,

where technique

has come too mean more

than the message;

you speak of discipline

but you see not

wherein this discipline lies,

for in truth

it is the capture

of the fire within

that is

the greatest discipline

of all.

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