In the nightmare world, all love fails
not spectacular and justly
but just by being out of sync
and slightly too slow. Blinding love
takes hold of you a few days late
and this is the eternal law
– declarations unmutual
and your world is a roaring wind
where reeds wave under a grey sky.
In the nightmare world, your polis
ostracises the honoured ones
and your politics fail, not quick
but slow and janky, as love fails.
Your worldview is cracked and you sit
comfortable and quiet indoors
playing videogames. Easy,
the world begins and begins and
in the nightmare world, chronic pain
undercuts any coolness, and
people you don’t know are complex
as puzzles unsolved since Ur fell.
In the nightmare world, horrified,
people slowly forget their lives
and we stub our toes on the curb