A Different Kind Of Empty

There is empty, and there is Empty,
there is a pot without any tea and there is a pot with a hole in the bottom;
there are deep pits drilled by modern men, and
there is the vast empty of space,
there is something you want from me,
and there is something in me,
some ancient sieve,
some busted valve and cracked o-ring,
that can hold nothing,
nothing,
no matter the abundance that attempts to fill;
some things are beyond capacity.

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