1329
a very average star 
second, no, third generation 
no more luminous than 
yet showed everything 
spires caught bright 
leaf through its colours 
all kinds of wings propelled 
and this writing
looked up to and often shielded eyes
we missed that star if it was gone 
kept a candle in the window
shivered
we’re in the third row back
still smoking though it stunts
ancestry dubious in fact 
no one really knows 
hung around with dwarves
still does 
in far reaches 
who could have guessed
we run around?
it was so long till we spoke 
let’s call it love where we were 
there have 
been intermittent bursts
few to worship lately 
watch out for the flares
what they call a wind’s rather warm 
think of it still, don’t stare
the shine will come off 
there’ll be a big bust 
then the whole family goes down 
we burn
keep it together until
one owns things here 
our numbers come up 
the story tells 
we are always coming to light 
 
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