They shake it empty, to scoop again.
There is a force that takes away, and there is —
One that gives.
From certain circumstances you must flee,
Leave what is another’s,
Having seized what is yours.

The world’s bipolarity will press into cellars,
Lie down as a crown,
Give a gift and steal.
Stroke and strike, fall and HANG,
You accept — it loads you,
You let go — it takes.

The filled becomes empty,
They wash the dirty of its uncleanness,
Polish it to make it able
To bear again —
To record heights.