In evolution we have an i.d. crisis 
when who knows I’m doing this   
 
for our agenda? How near the teary top we crate  
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, draining it all of weight?   
 
I could use another i.d. if any of the artistry touches either of us. Or any of ours.  
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.  
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’ boggling handiwork for ours.