Crimson Rage

The rage I carry has a color at its operational center,
the kind of color that was there before the trigger
and the entry.
I’ve been managing the crimson since the year of the first accounting,
and the crimson rage has been the engine that keeps mounting.

It isn’t directionless
— that’s the distinction I’ve been making,
the crimson rage has a very clear target and a steady taking.
It runs on the accumulated compound interest of the stored injustice,
and the crimson rage is the most honest instrument
in the orchestra.

Crimson rage — the fury with a history and a source,
crimson rage — the operational anger running its own course.
I’ve been burning on the crimson since before I understood the fuel,
crimson rage — and the crimson is the only honest tool.

I tried the cold approach
— the calculated management of the burning —
but what the cold approach produced was just the crimson inward turning,
and what the inward turn produces
in the architecture of the long-suppressed,
is a crimson that has nowhere to direct itself except the chest.

Better out than the interior deposit
— I learned that by the second round,
the crimson rage directed at the actual problem makes the actual sound.
Crimson rage
— and the problem is still standing in the same location,
and the crimson rage is all the fuel I have
for the confrontation.