The ruins have changed..they have digital accounts and meander hopefully

The ruins engage me,for
  what am i but an empty needle
     to the shaken,
         as recluse as the hermit
who stands at the edge of the pier,
        and as close as the nearest
crack in the wood
        but all i know,all i could ever know
  about them
    is that they no longer
       speak the language i do.