A hole in me is where you’ll find the key.

Circuitous creation, delicate yet defiant, spun in solitude by a silent sentinel. Aerial architecture, capturing the curious, hidden in corners, unseen yet omnipresent.

The answer waits right under your eyes, minding its own business.

Warm companions for weary toes, pairs that dance without a show, snug in shoes, they quietly go.

I live where waves and whispers meet, With hinged-up doors instead of feet. I shut my mouth when danger’s near, Yet sometimes hold a treasure dear.