I can be a most serious transgression, or the number one rule. In church, I'm part of a college, but not a school. I never get lost, feathers striking as a jewel. To some I visit as the departed, even when the weather begins to cool.

In towers of Babel's old tale, I thrive, a bridge where cultures and minds contrive. A symphony of sounds and signs, where meanings dance in rhythmic lines.

I am used to bring info, sell things, and make you laugh, but I am not used to do those things often now. You can find me in old movies or a dentist’s waiting room .

A tapestry woven by hands unseen, whispers of the past in tales we glean, It shapes our dance and guides our feast, binding us all, west to east.

Once weighed in salt to reckon a man, A mark of his service in Rome’s stern span. Now softened to wages for labor and craft, I tally the value your hours have amassed.