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 am softer than speech and harder to hear, I travel in crowds but stay unclear. Not quite silence, not quite a word. What am I?

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.

In nature's dance, I twist and twirl, a fervent spiral in a fluid world. I draw all near with my whirling art, a dizzying embrace, a spinning heart.