Morality can’t be beat. 
No amnesty? A ship was on the way  
 
from mare nostrum  
or / & like crustaceans we gave in, up to now.   
 
Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking in its stygian pedigree.   
 
Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to survival space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.