I have many meanings, one is the opposite of gross, also I'm a virtual place where information flows. I'm also threads intertwined in a patterned design, and a trap for the careless, unseen until time.

Piercing in tone, More Callas than Bocelli, Your throat holds your song, Mine seethes in my belly

Silky, still, sublime; Artwork abandoned, alone, Covering corners.

Five nails go into me, they all remain seen. I can also be a wood. The scent is fresh and clean. My name starts grainy: coarse, rough, getting everywhere. Without my straps, I'd be a lone sole. Your feet would be left bare.

without me you cant enter this venue and view the wonderful attraction on display