come here

come here
Come here!

I will not be moved
Fought tooth and nails
To find this place
Way back from where the fringe flails
Bang two right's
Turned abouts and round
On my own frame
Listening for transformed sound
Echoing from the last extent
Of the bubble I mind contains
Leaking through from the out
Sense of being now remains
Squatted at the very heart
Watching from the middle
Bouyed by the mood tides
Rocked this way for an idle
Pushed the other into despair
Retaining my own space
As the central mid arbitrator
Over, under, along all the ways
Stood as the rock of my own tor
The webbing of intricate
Networks firing as I ask
What can shift me
From knowing which task
Needs in me to adapt
In it's addition of new data
Settling a disschordance
For a use I find later
May come in handy.