Orbiting asteroids, adrift in Kuiper’s belt,
Around, around, a lone teapot is compelled
Both existing and not existing, Schrodinger’s teapot
Lies on the edge, never knowing or known before now–
Why would it be there if its truth were not to be poured?
How did it survive in the cold dark abyss? Not a crack or stain
On, it goes on with it! God, they would call it, “Oh, Teapot!
Great Porcelain One, steep us in your waters and tell us
Save us, witness us, deliver us from sin, pour us. share us
Bare us, reveal us within; tell us how to Be like You,
Show us the path to Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Amen!”
Us, Us, Us, Us, Us, Us, Us, Us, Us, it’s always about Us!
If it were to reveal itself, we’d shove Us into it–
Within a week it would be broken, failing fractures fighting
In a crisis of pride as faith pours into pried pieces of porcelain,
Purloined peaces filling empty mugs become dust and ashes
Swept into black holes under cosmic rugs, thrust into the beyond
Where they too seek truth in hollow spaces filled with imagination.