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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