A garden of holes, a feast for the eyes, yet one glimpse might stir a shiver inside. Patterns that dance, in honeycomb's guise, an itch in the mind, where unease lies.

You can't see me but I'm here. I'm everywhere and although I'm weak, I can make even the smallest object deadly with enough space. I can even bend light itself. What am I?

Too much of me and you'll die, but with just enough, you'll survive. You find me all over the place, even in outer space. I'm in a bottle of wine, Alone, I can't make you feel divine. I'm sharper than a knife. As I said before, I can take your life.

Having been me, you’re sorry for me, Though I may seal your fate, The foil of a set alarm, I and a rabbit had a date.

I’m spiky and proud, a fruit with a flair, but people smell me and dive for fresh air. I taste like dessert, but reek like a crime, a feast or a fart, who’s to say?