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Do not re-member your freedom to walk the earth

That slap of bare soul on concrete, pavement, sand, forest floor,

Freedom of walking nowhere, anywhere

Into gardens, down driveways, across motorways,

through factories, over fences

Do not re-member

To talk to strangers

To connect the dots, the zeros, the ones

Beyond the binary, the matrix mapped.

Knock, knock – [Who’s there?]

Sonia – [Sonia who?]

’s’ on’ ya shoe I can smell it from here.

And sometimes that’s all it is doctor:

we’ve stepped in something, we need to look underneath,

Overstand.

Peer into our soles,

Do you see where I have walked?

A mile in my stigmatised stigmata bare feet doctor.

A barefoot runaway slave – a case of drapetomania doctor

You look ill, doctor

Doctor, you look stressed,

You’re not maintaining eye contact, doctor

Your rapport is poor

Have you had thoughts about killing yourself recently doctor?

Perhaps you should try to kill your self---absorption doctor

Kill this prescripted presumption of self-right doctor

Must be a terrible burden doctor

Knock, knock on those doors of perception doctor

Dimethyltraptamine, psilocybin, meditation, permanent vacation… doctor.

Knock knock, doc, knock knock

Let yourself in.