Enigmatic Vessels

Enigmatic Vessels

We are all enigmatic vessels,
Filling and emptying,
The essence of our souls,
Some of fragrant oil,
Some of complex fermented harvest,
Some of dank murkiness and confusion,
Some drunk on their own liquid,
All pouring and filling,
All battling emptiness,
Deep down wanting
The one that wrought them,
To stem the bleeding
And make them whole.