Discipline With Style
That I believe in my own philosophy
is actually the only thing that ever mattered
Free from fear and the crippling responsibilities
associated with the discipline of progress
Professional detachment despite intuition
Contingencies anticipated - dodged - dismissed

My demise will come from the lethally toxic OD
combination of ever feeling important
and the possession of some manner of advantage
Self-immolation over-analyses masked as
A dispassionate sum of work plus desire plus
the acquisition of what someone identifies as talent