A long slash
     across the sky, incom-
          plete thought, signatory line
               scribed thorugh the ether so
                    fast it’s gone before the air of
                         there! is finished, a friction so
                              sudden it might be fiction. You
                                   have to ask yourself if you really
                                   saw it, that instantaneous burn that
                              seared itself onto your retina, the start
                         of it gone even as the end is fast fading.
                    And all of this from the mote trailing
               that cometary chunk of lumpen ice
          which passed this way some two
     millennia past, its long slow
slog through the heavens.