Trance-Siberian

time is of phantoms

its frequencies

deafen the spiders

their webs of space

particles drifting

both full & absurd

just eaten a fly

succeeded by polar

lights applause

of drifters, galaxies

swim indefinitely down

gazing

wormholes peeking

through a kraut

refrigerator

cosmic families exile

futile dusks

while black giantess

sifting space

quasar mother

looks into the whirlpool

of comets

slowly collapsing

there are cities

you never saw

at dawn, on a train

rushing

with the current

of steel