Adjacent from Star-ness

I’m making stars again

Hang them on strings

Watch them twinkle

Tomorrow when

I leave my room with handfuls

I will scatter them on

The carpet

Trail them out the door like

Autumns browning flora in the wind

In my wake

A galaxy of folded paper

And when it rains

The stars will die

As all stars die eventually

Their vibrant colors turned to 

Sopping mush and returned

To the earth

Or stomped into concrete

And made

Shifted adjacent from star-ness

Into something else