I am nolonger nomadic
have put down roots
that enjoy a place, a space
a routine
now look
you who have so long been fancy free
carrying her children on her back
had been caught in the trap
and its doesn't fit,
unsnug
shackled voluntarily to the yoke of others foundations
I have a spade and I will dig
here present I my grave and you
present I your jig
no?
No rythmn in your feet?
I am the drummer
you have shaken your beat.
aha
tensions siting on me where it sits on you
YOur condition is as uncomfortable
i think you should shudder
take note of your step and track,
can you retrace your footfall should you ever wish to turn back
and the clock ticks relentlessly
forward forward forward.
i am uncloaked
fear me.
Of course I have more to say.
however not everything can be published
therer are legal proceedings
I promise though
I will not neglect to share the juicy bits