I capture the light, but I don’t understand, I gather the info, but I cannot command. I flip what's before me, when there is light, But it's not me who brings truth into sight.

I am used to hydrate you, but I am not used to be commonly consumed. You can find me in a tropical coast.

I am one but come in pairs, correcting what your mind declares. Without me, shapes and words conspire, to blur the edge of your desire. I frame your window to the world, translating blur to sharp, unfurled.

I have three feet, but I can’t stand without leaning. I have no arms to hold me up. What am I?

With DUTY I sit, ready to apPEAse. When you come to see me you bend at the knees. I clean as I go though your nose will still wrinkle, but still I’ll support you while you do a riddle.