Freeform poem written some time ago

A bright light awakened in a smooth blistering way against him. There were no others. I couldn’t make out just what he was saying. There were several men there and he was talking about a woman. The woman wasn’t there. It was bright in the room. Several long shadows played quietly outside in the undoing of him. I didn’t have anywhere to go. There was nothing. A naked light. I didn’t feel much like talking then. A grief patterned in a small unforgiving way against him, needled against him, and the men left, they having said nothing. The room was in the united states capitol building. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There are no more things to say. I wished that they’d all given him a large dose of tigress rage. Believing in something else was a good thing for him to say. I couldn’t quite make it out. Was it there? A long underplayed shadow made a long colorful music and when I went to her house, the music was there, and she asked me about what it was like to be dating Nancy, oh not too bad of a thing, where’d you find this record, I stole it, it was in the congressman’s house, which was surprising because I didn’t think he knew anything and I thought he was just another stuffed shirt, and the blistering bright light turned off and loosed into the shadow a circus belle starlight masquerade which had its foundations in the old queerness of theatres in 1602, and it came as quite a surprise, no one really understood just how long it seemed to linger within me or anyone else at the party.