Dreams of School

Lately
I've been
going through
a series
of dreams
about school.
Dreams of high school
except
I'm me
now;
two score
and one.
I'm me now,
in the
back then,
but
just as
alienated
and lost
as the earlier
version of me
was
in the past-present.
They
steal my books.
They
spit in my food.
The now me
couldn't do anything
about it
except don robes
of blanketing dread
and panic.
Just like back then.
It wasn't a happy time,
Then.
It's not really a happy time
now.
I didn't learn much
in school.
I had to do it all
starting at two score
and ten.
I'm behind you.
All of you.
I don't care though.
Little by little
understanding is coming
to me.
They.
Me.
They
Me.
It was there
so early.
Cleaving the universe
in two
when there isn't
really a two
there.
They.
Me.
They.
Me.
This binary
isn't doing me
a lot of good
in the present present.
I've got to try
harder
to find the
reasons
why
I made the world
into my own
false image.