and rendered unconsciously conscious.
here I am mended by one night
of unraveling, like a loose thread;
tread cautious not to fully undo,
as I fear I will lose tether from the Earth.
If such a state does occur,
one of true shapeless resource,
act accordingly, fashion me
into your desires. I am the mortar
to seam your fractures, a shield
to your weakness & fears, I am yours.
use me as you will. wield me
for thy purpose, I am a vessel for you,
just as you are The Vessel.
It is but a modest compensation;
To repay such a sacred charge
is a burden far too daunting,
for the sensibilities of an unsatisfied
woman. I offer the
enthusiastic assistance,
in maintaining the weight
of the great consideration.
