theory of stars

chubby fingers point to the freckles among a dark curtain

the smallest one asks the name of each fire


the tallest of the children

uses his brains

he paints them a story

and tells them its planes


the second child

won’t believe a lie

she rambles about a needle

poking holes in the sky


the smallest one

begins to sigh

his magical imagination

beginning to die


they come up with theories looking miles away

about the suns and planets, about where they lay


the sky full of stars seemed dead and cold

a place once so magical now hurt to behold

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