In the near-darkness of the liquid twilight skies,
Melodies of the crimson whale waft through
Playing pivotal chord progressions in D minor
Questions without answers drift like daydreams
We've begun hearing more of these tales,
Spoken in hushed tones by those who dare
Observe from the soggy deck of a rusted yacht
A comedic society clinging to grandiosity
Politicians posture, simulacra of sincerity,
The future stays unpredictably predictable
Amid bureaucratic tides as whale songs
Drift through transistor radio static
Experts and their ironic lenses align
Translating echoes to government policy
A clandestine ballet executed by none
Agreement seeks uncharted harmonies