Stellarium Poems


  • Anonymous

    No Strings Attached

    The Moon, just like Pinocchio,
    Before he was a boy and though
    Upon the stage I make him dance
    His heart is cold and craves a chance
    To whirl without the master’s pull.
    But as it stands; now half, now full.

    Stellarium it is the string
    Behind this most unnatural thing
    We masters pull, adjust, create
    The way we wish to wane our day.
    And like a chain that binds a slave
    Can only act as we behave.

    I find no pleasure with this grip
    Upon the ropes of this great ship.
    He must be free to roam the sky;
    I must release and let him fly.
    I push escape, the program breaks
    The binds that tied him to this stake.

    I rush outside where we belong;
    He asks me if I’d come along.
    We dance without such strings attached
    He makes me sing and twirl and laugh.
    Relationships should give and take
    Without strings to manipulate.



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