Captain and pilot br in a mobile wall of moving meat br grits his teeth, br jerking intently at the controls, br rattling from the inertial discontinuities br afforded by his cockpit microcosm. br Frustrated and desperate, he cries from turbid logic br of a panicked incarceration, br of bread and water glances through circumscribed windows, br and invisible bonds of station. br Fretfully, re-establishing poise br looking out on his magnificent totem, br he nods off, to the rhythm of a distant drum. br In the dead of sleep, he mumbles br to his only friend, his captor machine, br of their travels among the stars together. br In consciousness, he remains the will.