I can be cast but I am not plaster. Compared to my cousin, I melt faster. I'm my mother and father forged into one. I heralded an age, but by my cousin undone.

I can relax your mind or twist your gut. Either way, I’m all about pieces.

i sit framed upon the wall but i've never felt an artist's scrawl i don't reflect, i'm not a clock-- i help you think outside the box.

Three: six to a pack, crunch to compress Three more: shape of the eye, where wizards obsess Swallow up whole, or wholly posess

I’m born from friction, and birthed from flame, A tender badge from effort’s game. I swell in secret, clear as glass, Where liquid and stubborn motion pass. Break me and, I’ll complain, Ignore me and, I harden with pain.