4. Pluto

She / the sun,
scattered silvery strings.
Tied in little knots about
the knuckles of eight long
fingers.

They / her children
scattered across the dark.
At their aphelion / lonely;
afraid of falling further into
space.

I / the forgotten shape
at the edge of your light.
Silver band wound around
me / in icy memory,
snapped.

Oh / yes,
I was your ninth.

The End

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