Discipline
A wheel's spoke, tightened
Of what, with guidance
Wheel-turned in motion
Loses no traction.
Lax for this , its ride
Crumples underneath.
Lax for that, its goad
Dark travelled its road
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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