you fly   or rather float, drift   through the enormous dark room   a room of noises   endless, shimmering glissandi   crackling pizzicato   coal-black   turbulence halls of bassdrones   but otherwise empty   no planets   no meteorites   if anything   perhaps fine dust clouds   of exploded music   you float there   somewhere between   pleasure and fear      nowhere catastrophe    nowhere   nowhere catastrophe    nowhere   nowhere catastrophe   nowhere   nowhere catastrophe      in a piece of time   you cannot determine   you are everywhere but in the present   and you disappear   further and further   into these incalcuable rooms   and your personality fades away   your features evaporate   your body decomposes      and your last thought is that you have become a noise   a thin, nameless noise among all these others   howling in the empty dark room      nowhere catastrophe   nowhere   nowhere catastrophe   nowhere   nowhere catastrophe   nowhere   nowhere catastrophe