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This brief lyric imagines identity as something suspended between earth and air, dirt and dusk, emptiness and lift.

The page is small but airy. It moves from burial and dusk toward a strangely calm sense of inbetween-ness, as if emptiness itself might become a form of hovering.

The title's flat law - 'Everything is given back' - is illustrated by a return to 'the dirt', framed by 'The Sun and the Dusk'. The self is located as 'Your inbetween', and the paradox of being 'Empty so well' resolves into lift: 'As if you could be in the air', where surrendering substance becomes a kind of buoyancy.