The hand is shaped for our control
to grasp the world by its soul
subdue the earth from pole to pole
take from it that which we extol

Night weeps o’er the work of day
the flora and the fauna we slay
all the minerals and gasses
the blood and sweat of its masses

This is how we found the world tamed
how we reconceived its intent
found new ways for it to be framed
and took from it without consent

Should we ever deign to let go
wrench our hands from the throat of life
let it grow beyond what we know
all will be led to relief

The harder you wield existence
the more it fights back
release the grip
let it thrive in rococo

A life unfettered
knows no bounds
It makes space
for wherever it may go

Though it may overwhelm

It will carry you to fantastic places

As long as you don’t hold it down