Eluemuno.

My name is like a coiled spring:
and in those times when the rust
shifts and cracks to release an
energy -- constant and persistent,
gyroscopically focused on
the return home.

The rustiness is abuse; the "necessary"
time-out-of-spirit, time-out-of-land
which, left too long,
makes the uncoiling
Rebellion,
and constancy frustrating.