Taikonauten Tagebuch Teil 3 / Taikonaut’s Diary Part 3
#DaDa #StellarStutter #NeonNebula #OrbitalOverload #FragmentedFixedStar Gedicht / Poem The visor is a whirlpool of electric hair, Spinning through a skull of silver-grey, There is no oxygen, only the neon prayer, Of a traveler who has lost the light of day. A million static lines cross out the face, Scribbled by a hand that forgot how to hold, In the shivering, frantic itch of outer space, Where the sun is purple…
