Impressions III

i was considering how
within night’s loose
sack a star’s
nibbling in-

fin
-i-
tes-
i
-mal-
ly devours

darkness the
hungry star
which
will e

-ven
tu-
al
-ly jiggle
the bait of
dawn and be jerked

into

eternity.   when over my head a
shooting
star
Bur     s

         (t
           into a stale shriek
like an alarm-clock)