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feeling the glow of distant stars





. (the narrator speaks.)



Nestled in the vast charade of darkness and decay

Was a small corner in a warm house on a long street in a cold little town,

From which shone a bright and brilliant light.



. (the music begins )



Dimly flickering under the weight of the incessant flow of verbal rust

................................................................................. and spiritual snow

This bulb of a boy caressed the heartfelt loving flames that rolled in
......................................................................... from time to time

............................................................................... off of passing clouds

.................................................................................of genius and inspiration

Each little spark storing some of its light inside his head before fading

And receding into the yet again dull dim leaden weighted nights grim flow.



And yet this burning in his heart did not recede,
...................................despite what the world of dust-filled
....................................................grownups did, in their wisdom, predict.

This light inside was growing and relentless like an infant sun

Mirroring every star around it and keeping a bit of each reflection as its own.

Glimmering, shimmering, glistening, listening

Waiting at the door, hungry for more.



And before long, the light from inside the boy was bright enough to see

That out beyond the edge of the cold and tired town

There was something more



The Big World