Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil br inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay. br I, as smaller measure, and as the slimmest of all, br humbly hollow myself so that just a few tears can fill me. br br Wine becomes richer, oil becomes clear, in its vessel. br What happens with tears?-They made me blind in my br glass, br made me heavy and made my curve iridescent, br made me brittle, and left me empty at last.