No ground beneath your feet
Everything is in free fall
That’s how it goes just before the end
A sense of disorienting weightlessness
A particular madness
The last rulers of Rome
Knew only too well
We go about our lives
As if we weren’t all upside down
As if this is the natural order
But deep down we know
This rush of blood to the head
Is our last thrill
And it all ends with a crash.
To be clear, this is in no way related to yesterday’s election.