Lurk

Conscious of our conscience Suddenly,
Verily,
You organize our deeds,
Digest our sins.

You lurk beneath anger
In a thin dimension
Filing our fear
Amidst joy
and hope.

I want to put a finger on you
Slap you with a name
"Evil" is too simple.
"Demon" too fantastic.

Attempts to verbalize
Never paint your essence
I know you are there
in all of us
at every age.

I've heard you called the "Will"
Your writhing instinct
Changeling ways
Immunity from horror.

You will survive at any cost
using us for your progression
excreting history and solar systems.

Shall we call you God?