i was a bubble
on a lightbulb

bouncing
from time to nowhere

well. meaning
the window pane
beneath a reflection
a split particle smile
we come.
it was.
won’t be
anything on
the news tonight.
exhausted elation
confused
by history
come.
over again
new day speaches
in droves of tearful
heroes.
the flags, the fires
jubilant like christmas
under the coming
of some
old
promises fulfilled.
faces are
saying
without
the
old veils
for just a moment
in history
we means
together
come.
but
victory
implies
the future
nearness
birth
of a
new brand label
rhetoric.
it felt as if
everything
was planned
ahead of time,
and so of course
they praise
the sky.
the sky.
the sky.
the sky.
the sky.
the sky.
so do i.
but why?