Tin pot

Now we sound the tin-pot out
To explore its inward vacancy,
And touch emptiness of space
Between words and thoughts.

Our imagery is full and empty
And redolent with lazy spaces,
As in gathered sky of nothing,
A pot full with hollow sounds.

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