A Breeze in the Vicarious

Strong along, victorious,
the resonance was ours.
Beanstalks and their mirrors
living out of their cars.
May was a good month,
if it's an analogy to the 
fifth year. And why not?
All measurement is a 
referent analogy, zero
reverence. Numbers'
numbness act the 
apostrophe in a 
possessive sensitive
body politic, a mutuality
in which the whole is a total
package, a cardboard synthesis
of each branch that was once
the arm of any given tree.