Election Night

vivianimbriotis | Nov. 6, 2024, 11:59 p.m.

Confidence intervals narrow

The Bayesians start to sweat

The Pax Americana sobs and gibbers in the bed

The dreams of revolution

Brought about by Third Estate

Look upon the mess we've made in th' manner of a wake

The tenderest of moments

Distributional collapse

As intervals collide and forge a must from a perhaps

The sobbing from the bed has changed

The breathing is Cheyne-Stokes

A new world comes that from the beta prior is evoked

Behold! A man who marches in

A fire in his hand

Unravelling all our edifice at once to his command

It took so long to build it all

So quickly it burns down

Library, Alexandria, in ashes it will drown

But go to bed, and forge ahead

The birds they do not know

Their song remains upon the wind despite the tender blow

So take a moment, listen

To notes and smoke upon the breeze

As things fall apart by degree, by degree