@Aphelion I like your short-form poems.

Spare words
sharpness cuts through
feeling
and pain

Like
Orion’s sword
coldly cuts through
moonlight
and space

[ps: The first stanza here was meant to be a direct response to your poem. I didn’t muster a closing stanza that I’m proud of, but I looked up at Orion in the night sky, and that’s what Orion offered for tonight. I may revisit and rework this poem some day.]