Caught in a pocket
of the shadows
A distant ship
invisible to light of day
Makes space
suited to the graduating moments
in a cavern of sound overturned
Recognize
how language determines
a path
Whether understanding
or wrath
Why speak at all
if none speak
a language
Will we all revert
to our corners,
a kind of safety sought
Since not
able to heed
what is needed
Blueprints shift
so I shall sit
Stiller than what is,
steadier in the midst
Rather than some edge
where mirages grow
and drift,
windblown