amused conscience...

I wait on you...
for you in truth...
shadow my exist
and embroider it too
at its fringes with a quality...
soo feelingly nice
yet subjective
to realities I witness
bound by all...you perceive
as significant

and

So...I be
a castaway
in essence...bottled...a message
embellished in shades
of gray stoned pedestals...
to buttress waves
that may lash or lap recurringly
as you probe worlds for an imagery
felt and seen in colors
of your sensitivity

and

Anchored in reflection
you search
for your signature...
in the light you favor
of knowledge...you trust too
choose or not to choose
in asking for inner ratification
on who am i...
and who...can i be...and what
is or was the meaning of this

and

Then you give
me a name
a badge to justify
that...which wears easy
on your shoulder and your act
as I between your thoughts
am rooted in the chinks
of worded flow
a subtle glue of unsaids
shaping...and shoring...your express

you

Have me...use me well
for so many...have none
to help you sift
from values on call...for a price
of affordable lives
a currency..torn between ideals
and a pragmatism that is never free
of risk..or quests for gain
for better...or worse
a breach of faith

by

Transient Gods...
who's symbols
stamp hard on an eternity
of faithful worship... of followers
who be speckles of insignificance
to leaders at work
on your greater canvas...of ambitions
aspired to...in this here and now
and not on tomorrows promise...or its heroes
to adore...as i eavesdrop

and

Weigh desire
contextual to your needs
I serve...to highlight probable conflicts
of interest...versus an evolved resolution
as your immediate happiness
counts...over all else
even as I go slow...for you to move on
sensitized in understanding
that if you so wish... I would die to...frequently
to see you free and clear...