The Captain Remained

You, and that voice of yours,/both circle in hoops/at first distant, then nearer,/making savvy angles you seek/surround you with echoes./The paint you see/in the beams of bright headlights/the air you always fill/ with curses,/vain and proud/..are the color of a violet wine…/they’re a curve in a slender cigar/ directing the fate of nations./With a ragged manifesto,/a chart doled out in spades,/you mask your answers in suspense/but you don’t end it there