Concepts go to things
Things return to concepts

The thing itself, the vessel, the concept

Incomplete completeness
Complete incompleteness
The empty house of concepts and things
A cup of wine drunk in that house
That is the beginning of poetry

Before the mirror
One sees not one's own image
But the world in which one stands
If
That is not seen
They are not a poet
But a wastepaper dealer
—it is money alone.