I come in pairs but speak as one, I cage the breath once words are done. Born of voice yet bound in text, Without my form, all sense is vexed.

I'm fastened with nails. I'm a means to arrive. I'm two to begin but I end as a five. My length is my own, not know globally. The most devious time is when something's a me.

My flesh temporal, spine without bone I sit cold and silent atop metal throne When match I have met and darkness has called, My body a sacrifice for good of all

Wears silk with no skin to show, Has ears that never hear or know. Bears a tassel , yet no degree Whatever thing might it be?

I have no name, though you can call me. I take up no space, unless you record me. To keep me around you must pay your dues. You may tell an ex-lover, it’s me they should lose