Star Cage Constellation Projector

A black little cage built of angles and night,

With a sky locked inside that is waiting for light.

Turn the small dial and the heavens unspool —

Constellations climb walls like a soft, silent school.

It does not pretend to be endless or deep,

Just a portion of darkness you’re able to keep.

A map of fixed fires in a geometric shell,

Casting old patterns where ordinary fell.

Set it in rooms that grow quiet too soon,

And let the trapped sky do the work of the moon.

A modest machine for the long indoor dark —

The Star Cage that carries its own private spark.