Some people just can't seem to grasp me I'm ever-present on Earth and ever-lasting No one tops me at holding down the fort Though some defy me, especially at airports

I can bite without teeth, move without a body and wail without a voice. What am I?

An architect of chaos, my spiral designed, From calm to fury, my path is unlined. In my watery labyrinth, all reason will fault.

I wear no face, yet I kiss the air. I ride on whispers, unseen, everywhere. I turn warmth to fever, song into moan, Till earth grows fat with flesh and bone.

I can get you fat if you eat me too much, but I cannot be a nut. People use me to eat my delicious insides.