the walls at the station
the walls at the station
are full of coloured tiles
coloured tiles
and the tiles are full of
small cracks small cracks
and the cracks are all full of
dirt dirt
and that is the
end of my cosmology
the rails are full of trains
full of trains and the trains
are lit lit
and the trains are full of
people peo
ple full of thoughts and their
thoughts are full of people
and that is the
end of my cosmology
and the thoughts of the peo
ple on the train
the thoughts of the people on
the train are full of shit
the people on
the train are full of shit
and the thoughts of the
people on the street are full
of shit full
of rot and the hands of
three people on the train
are not and
that is the end of my
cosmology