This that I give and take.

This that I keep and break

Is and is not my own

But lives in itself alone,

Yet is between us two,

Mine only in the breaking,

It all in the remaking,

Doing what I undo.

With it all must be well,

There where the invisible

Loom sweetly plies its trade.

All made there is well-made

So be it between us two;

A giving be our taking,

A making our unmaking,

A doing what we undo.