POEM: Starlight

I shambled out to watch 
the fine-fired light
of some bright but distant star.

The message in that moment
was old news -- 
more than ancient
less than relevant,
yet it was
the only news
on offer. 

If one traced
that line of light
back towards its source,
one might find
the source no longer existed,
its last instant
recorded in the caboose passage
of light as it whizzed past. 

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