Answer:
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?