I'm here in case
a useful word slinks by,
a shy creation
shifting sound or sense,
replacing urgent red ink 
with mauve
on a thousand-hued pallet,
a color wheel spinning
without my hand 
on the crank--Crank!

Machinery to move a fussy mind,
to tell me I'm wrong,
       again,
a chimera or the patron saint
of language, or
a pasture fence
to lean against
while I admire other tongues.