I fix what is broken and leave little trace. I lead with a spear and exit without a trace. I leave a tail as a trail, pulled tight to disappear. I join what was parted, clean and neat, then depart.

i’ll hold the warp, you do the rest or punch card patterns at your behest use me too well and gods will rage an ancient tool behind each modern age

I’m earned, not bought, I shine without light. Pinned to your chest, I say who you are at a glance.

I’m wrapped in love but reek of regret, A tiny throne where disasters are set. I hold the crimes no one will claim, Warm, squishy secrets, primal and profane. Change me quick or you’ll truly despair, For I weaponize stench and poison the air.

The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.