Map Madness

I’ve often felt anxiety asleep –
a dream of travel, racing to connect,
or trying amid hurrying to keep
my stuff with me, to gather and inspect
the needful. If an omen, I neglect
considering how it should guide my views.
Last night the vision morphed – my way was wrecked
by phone map hacked, displaying useless news.

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