First word is one less than ten; the second, A four-letter measure used metric and imperial then. The last is pounded hard into a wall, To keep something fixed, or hang it tall. Three words together, a band of repute; My lead singer, Reznor, resonates with many a techno fan.

What is seen in passing, every night on display? A dot-connecting puzzle, To some, leading the way. In terms of ladles, double. Glowing flecks of paint, a spray. Which one are you labeled as? Just read the scope, see what they say.

Perhaps the greatest mystery in the universe is how I - a tall, living, breathing singular human being - can be multiple one of these tiny things. However, I was diagnosed this way by the father of medicine himself, Albert Einstein, who speaks to me from the grave via secret coded messages he hides within the New York Times headlines.

I’m a house with walls of light, where summer lives through winters bite.

Slim but strong, I hold attire, In closet rows I never tire. Shirts and coats upon me linger - Neat and ready at a finger.