Five stars the brother saw,
And the sister — four.
Each one — a bureaucrat.
The argument boils,
What’s millet here, what’s buckwheat,
To reconcile them,
They brought me in.

I looked left — two,
Six I noticed on the right.
I am not flying as if in a dream,
Imagination stays in place.
Nothing is seeming, nothing doubles.
Try it yourselves —
Go and sort it out.

I watched long, peered in,
By a complex system,
Until I lined them into one,
A single star, Bright!!!
Gathered into Glory!!!
In Bethlehem.