They have a hard hadron for penetrating nature, not to mention size issues, and they're ready to turn themselves on yet again.

Who are the masters

of this ship

of fools making

choices

for the course

we take

in what we do

and how we do it.

Setting canvas

stitched with anger

to catch what flows

from violence.

They mark

their canvas

as an art

to chart

more penetrating

probes of knowing.

Such instruments of power,

and engineered arrogance,

even as we struggle

to keep from drowning

in a see

to the depths of

greed and exploitation.

The monster they make

of their own darkness

cleaves away

essential limbs

in the growth

of being, making

them angrier still.

What effrontery

to challenge our mastery,

making us understand

only the fear

inherent in doubt.

We have the script

and absolute measures

to name this beast

and thus to handle

as we please.

And we will

get what we want,

and know

what we will.

Whether what we will

changes everything

in what we measure.

And what want

makes us something

we don't want to know.

They need

to be reminded:

Things can also be known

in the reverent embrace

and gentle displacement

of see,

and making

meanings to continue

holding closely,

always ready

to let go.

Where mastery

is not the point

to start from

or seek

to grasp at all.

Rather that

knowing and being

are are an infinite

dance of change

in the nature of see

and the nurture of moral seers