Every single small and flickering light,
Right outside of your even smaller door,
Burning, glowing rather, glowing so bright.
So many times we’ve gazed at them before,
That they then appear to become so dull
And less brilliant in moments such as these,
That we must ask, and then these questions mull:
“What are the origins?“ And “What are the keys? ”
“What are these lights that burn eternally?”
So God made them and science to prove how.
Now each one spins and glows infernally,
Each one imposing, pull all to a bow.
What can I do but admire this way,
Even when they are all so far away.


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