The stars shift.Orion glowers.
The Pole Star wanes and stutters,
Extinguishes a gap in time,
Bridges an nth dimension,
Red and pale.
The night shivers behind the moon,Its dominant light nothing but a reflection from the centre,
The invisible star the other side of our mis-shapen globe.
An explosion in the East is not the rising of day,A silhouette of something that happened a long time ago,
Soundless and unobserved.
History is just the passing of the light.