A night sky is pictured as something broken, and the stars in it seem to tremble with cold. The poem is very short, and it uses that smallness well. Each word sits on its own line, so the poem falls down the page slowly, almost one drip at a time. Reading it feels like watching light flicker across a great distance.
The speaker doesn't say who they are or how they feel, but the feeling comes through in the images. "Fractured" suggests the night has cracks in it, as if the dark were glass. The stars are "blue" and "shiver," which makes them seem fragile and cold, and perhaps lonely, since they are "in the distance." The mood is quiet, still and a little sad. The speaker seems to be looking up from far away, feeling the chill and the gap between themselves and something out of reach. The title, "Untitled 033," and the odd letters above it give no further clues, so the poem is left to the sky itself.