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.

a seed of a tree squirrels like them also it can fall on your head cats may like to bat them around

I grow in silence, felled by steel, My lifeblood rings beneath the keel. In winter’s breath I stand in rows, Feeding warmth when cold wind blows. What am I, stacked with care and toil, Waiting by the cabin bound in spoil?

I’m a house that melts if you think about it too hard.