The Captain Remains

You, that voice of yours,/circles around in hoops/ far apart but seems near,/like savvy angles sought/ in surrounding echoes./The paint you see/ under bright lights/the air full of curses,/vain and proud./ Face color of wine,/curved like a slender cigar./You cursed out/ ragged manifestos;/ charts doled in spades /suspense masks a savage answer/but it won’t end there

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