fleeting arc 

a star’s fleeting arc across the night
a bright and obscene refulgence
a cold relief buried in that errant ecliptic
it shapes itself as the sky congeals around it

goes on to better things
does not go on at all
now gone

consumptive
reductive
absent

What I’m Reading:

Violence against nature always goes hand in hand with violence against people.

— Stephen Markley / The Deluge