Precious porcelain weathering,
withering in days under the wrath of the sun.
I am the tea cup, floating without choice,
fracturing under the constant expansion and retraction.
Bound to be a ruin on the sea floor.
In solace from the unforgiving radiating heat.
When to this stress will I succumb,
when will this cycle come undone--
this measurement in the test of time,
a symbol of Human history.
P.S.
Pepper, if it's actually inhaled, will make somebody sneeze!