Lagtrain Poem by Wamii Flyer

the bullet train rides off into the night
no passengers in sight


challenging the atmosphere in a race
circling around space



in the distance, our yellow moon, Titan clings
to Saturn's stunning chunky ice rings


galaxy passes through train carriages
any screw standing in the way perishes


landing on antimatter compounds
this bullet train knows no bounds


a businessman, clearly late for work,
impatiently steps in with a weary smirk


bag in hand, disregarding the excessive heat
extends through each seat


next destination: TON 618
such a peaceful and reality-bending scene


the humming of the engine makes my ears bleed
the horrifying sound doubles as we reach lightspeed


approaching the black giant, we get a better closeup
the illusion gradually gets up


stands in front of the wide window in a posture rather odd
coming face to face with an absolute god


past this train's vicinity
stars reach finity and infinity


the train, now rumbling with such intensity
throws off the entity


in the black hole it goes
being disposed of in such formal clothes


me, the poet in this case
can't defy nature's grace


so we both get sucked in
documenting each others disappearance within


machines break into gears
eyes break into tears


right in the middle of the mishap
I awake from my nap


in a normal bullet train
surrounded by normal people, so plain


the doors open after a robotic tune
to my surprise, there aren't any black holes nor a pretty moon


with my bag in hand, I leave
man, what a wild dream to perceive
a quiet space trip I was so ready to achieve



''This train itself is like a black hole. A black hole of people waiting to retire...''