Answer:
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What do angels sing in the shower?