I have one eye and sometimes blink, I see the world and can remember what I think, I steal your soul, some people say, But only when you look my way. A moments pause, a breath held tight, Exposure made, now locked in light.

A classic shape; an unstoppable downfall. Sometimes both.

I am wooden through and through, But I’m not a tree it’s true, You might get my point. I have two! I’m skinny and small like a handleless all But I have to be, to do what I do.

Im similar to your complexion Yet fail by comparison As I hold no water to your observation For I hold all the building blocks for my own creation

I can keep something online without the internet I can secure shelter despite the wind's threat A pirate's best friend that isn't a pet Support, secure, I'm a sure bet!