Discliplin'

Treacheries arise from my attempts.
Broken fingernail chips in the wall.
Rock hard standards without footholds.
Ascent is found in the release.
Not of my arms but of Your blood.

Wobble blind traces in unseen paths.
Toddle on legs bent from gravity.
Rubber and road can't catch each other.
Movement is found on worn. knees
Not of my legs but of Your feats.

Slamming syllables accidentally wreak pain.
Spark fires from feral tongue's gas.
Poison drips in each sip loads the gun.
Harmony beckons a foreign breath.
Not of my mouth but of Your word.