A Paper World


In a gold star world where the stars are foil

Pasted on paper, stuck to themselves in a stringGold Star

Of bravos, their fire contained

Within five points, please —

In a paper heaven world where you hang yourself

On a pin, to prove you shine like all

Heavenly bodies — your gilt surface neatly complete

With painted reflections,

There’s not enough space, no place

For any natural fire.