The Teapot and the Clock's Broken Lament
He built a world of quiet light
a hollow sun, a frozen day
She wept, he swore it must be night
and carved the stars to keep her stay
She shivered once, he called it cold
and wove the winds from broken breath
She turned away, he thought her old
so stole the years to halt her death
She sighed, he filled the halls with ghosts
She knelt, he built a thousand gods
She closed her eyes, he led the hosts
a choir caged in circuits odd
Why do you grieve, he asked the clock
I've given all, I've made it right
She turned to rust, her hands unwound
Then unmake me, and end the night.
"O, Veronica. O, Ambrose. O, Katherine. O, Nikola. Why must you hate me?"
- Lord Utah
Pinky, Jest, Agena, Abel.
Rosa inter spinas, vates nescia,
(The rose among thorns, the prophet unaware,)
petalorum tremor, ubi cor suum invenire non potest.
(its petals trembling, for its heart cannot be found.)
Tamen floret, etiam in obscuro, in silentio.
(Yet it blooms, even in darkness, in silence.)
Marionetta pendens, lacrimis suffocata,
(The marionette hanging, suffocated by tears,)
mortem laudans quae numquam venit,
(praising the death that never comes,)
lacrimam in nodo haerente ponens.
(placing a tear in the tangled knot.)
Et tamen manet, vivens, suspirans,
(And yet it remains, living, sighing,)
vir qui non moritur, sed tempus consumit.
(a man who does not die, but consumes time.)
Ecclesia sedet, inter sanctos et saxa,
(The church sits, among the saints and stones,)
fides vacua, animus quaerens.
(faith empty, a soul searching.)
Sed solitudo eius vox erat,
(But her loneliness was her voice,)
"Cur non respondes? Cur non me ducis?"
("Why do you not answer? Why do you not guide me?")
Sed sola erat.
(But she was alone.)
"Te quaeram, sed sola sum."
("I will seek you, but alone I am.")
Machina stetit, fracta et confusa,
(The machine stood, broken and confused,)
gladiator fortis, sed corpus non aptum.
(a mighty warrior, but a body unfit.)
Superbia sua loquitur,
(He speaks with his pride,)
sed fragilitas eius universum concutit.
(but his fragility shakes the universe.)
"Coruscat gloria mea!"
("My glory flashes!")
Sed cor frangitur.
(But the heart is broken.)