Hear me out!
After all, if the stars get ignited –
It follows – that someone needs this?
It follows – that somebody wants them to exist?
It follows – that someone calls these spitlings
a pearl?
And, exerting themselves
through blizzards of afternoon dust,
are breaking across to god,
afraid, that they’re late,
and crying,
kissing god's veiny hand,
they ask him–
that there should certainly be a star! –
vowing –
to nevermore suffer this starless torture!
Then after –
Walking around tensely anxious,
But externally calm –
They are saying to someone:
"So, now you're alright?
No longer scared?
Right?!"
So, then hear me out!
After all, if the stars are ignited
– It follows – that somebody needs this?
And it follows - that it is required
That every evening
above the rooftops
gets ignited at least one single
star?!