Crimson Silence / Red Gyralight ~ Friday, April 24, 2026

Why is it always something that goes wrong

Welcome to this, the shit is always real
how did we get to this point, no one cares
yes, I include all of us on this bus

insanity expects change, to appeal
suddenly, to our representatives

instantly, as if overnight, she shares
the truth about transit, all of this fuss

answers to the question, no real demand
languish taking daily preventives
work too many hours in each short week
absentees versus duty-borne, no end
yet, we pay the bills, or paddle shit creek
salvage the wreckage, no one to defend

secrets, maps, buried treasure, sleight of hand
offset by the future unseen, unknown
monsters of the imagination lurk
everywhere something breaks, as the earthquakes
thunder and rumble, once this bird has flown
helpless on a planet, the afterlife
implies the second strike, darkness and murk
needless to swim upstream, my body aches
given the need to prove our worth, talent

that empty vessel, to the brim with strife
hats off to the struggle, boggles the mind
animosity never wins, begin
to ask the question, after this, how blind

get in line, sherpas climb the peaks, the din
of humanity, nowhere, heaven-sent
emerges from the clouds near the mountain
surge of electricity and lightning

write in longhand, an impossible chore
riding on the Southwest Chief Amtrak train
only, through Kansas, ask, what is the deal
no one notices a thing, not a thing
given the red lights at night, what a bore

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