I'm your brain's canvas in your dreams, Where your eyes wander but cannot see, Sometimes painted outside too, And given added frill with sticky glue

I am full of holes, But I still hold water. A fruit may house me, only when in the sea.

I hold the stars yet weigh no thing, no walls, no floor, no edge, no ring. I stretch beyond what minds can trace, a silent, endless, darkened place. No air to breathe, no sound to hear, yet all you know is resting here. I cradle worlds that drift and race, a boundless void none can embrace

This spine holds no bone Dozens of teeth that don't bite Last letter makes no tone Without it, hair could look a fright

I craft great locks and shape their keys, repair them when they fail with ease. And if you’re stranded on the wrong side, I’m the one you hope will arrive.