Alive and smoking

Now he is dead and not smoking
His wife is alive and not smoking
And  his daughter and the stars
He had pointed to her that night.

Mom had spawned all the stars
When he had  come out from her.
The stars are  alive and smoking.

Venus was brightest the other day
Across the blazing sun of the sky
A  tiny black dot on its fiery redness
Alive and smoking across the sun.

It is better you are dead and fine too
So you turn a star alive and smoking
Among many mother had spawned
When you had just come out of her.

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