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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