dreams were there,
spinning in my head
and nightmares were waiting
to fold down the corners on my bed

they got so angry
when they spoke truth to power
there narrative was so sodden
their lies had to take a shower

when i was younger
i simply had no emotional education
too much emotion
or not enough emotion

FOMO
it is my great disability
a form –
of muddled anxiety

middle age not end stage
why then,
do i look back
and why do i look over my shoulder

smashed apart,
and pushed together
by rampant ice ages
and geological revolutions