The Captain Remains

You, that voice of yours,/circle around in hoops far apart,/but seem like nearness,/like the savvy angles you sought/ in the echoes that surround you./The paint you see under the bright lights/as you fill  curse,/vain and proud,/fill the air with a color/ like violet wine/curve like a slender cigar/that directs the course of nations./A ragged manifesto; a chart doled out in spades /suspense masks a savage answer/but you don’t end things there

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