poetry?

a bell is a cup until it is struck. hmm. i don't know. or it's just a bell at rest...a quiet bell. a cup? the space is the useful bit? i don't know. i don't know. a little from column a and a little from column b. sometimes i strike it. sometimes i leave it on the tray. sometimes i fill it and drink. instances. that pretty dangly in the middle is called a clapper, yeah? sometimes i want the applause. sometimes a quiet toast by my lonesome. cheers. cheers. and cheers.