Cosmic Conscience

I became aware of you well over a decade ago. Every moment of every day I swept you away. Lo and Behold, I put my own day into dismay. I ‘m buried in the core of you, and I mean low. Good or bad happy or sad, you I’d proudly bestow. Since your arrival, seems like my life is on display. It’s still the same soups same pots running astray! Sometimes in thwarted bits so I left them in whoa! Seems they are all afflicted with conflicting wits. Some thoughts prevail up above their fixed form. Most exhibit zero appeal and are disruptive twits. I might as well add you stirred up a mighty storm! I might also add that most appeared as not kept and utterly sheer nonsense. So I’m rising up above your hosted shadows into ultimate cosmic conscience.