Planets started as a collection
An exercise when His Majesty tired of staring at his reflection
Pulling out features that might be Mother's
Splashing hands in mirrored galaxies
Realizing rippling mouths
Could not converse
Feeling a twist inside
(That was the Universe's first indication of "hurt")
He had built a glittering empire
Boiling with warmth but bereft of life,
So he unraveled a Red Giant and named it "Seamstress"
She immediately went to work,
First, patching up the black hole that resulted from her birth
He found in her: "service" and "loyalty"
But "reciprocation" was an idea he'd yet to form.
He set his doll to a complex task
Finding him a love that would surpass appreciation
And what started as an earnest journey became a vain experiment
A test to see if she could bring to life something as beautiful as the last whim he had
Ever searching for adoration
For his imagination
Too out of touch to cultivate his creations
All just drifts off
Must be the product of entropy
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