Straggler

Words arise from  recent star fall,
Fine dust luminous by old nights.
We scoop it up to make up world,
To build world as straggler house.

Like in fiery stars and windy trees
The rules of world change a mind,
A new God born to create a poem,
A self-proclaimed orbiting world.

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