In another universe, a star
buried her own milk
under the planets' bark...

"Why?" the angel asked her,
combing her beams with his flying fingers.

And a new child
played with giant stone balls
up to the world's edge.

The curious angel pulled out a feather
which began to snow over the planets.
And new wings grew up over the spheres.

"Why?" the angel asked her again,
putting his heart over her bright temple.

And another new child
was born with the angel's question.

In another universe, a star
has brought up her children
by her own light milk ...