once upon a time it was so late we
arrived at an interim time and contact
broke off in the pause of space

böhlen came in ground fog it appeared
an unreachable magnificently poisonous star
we let ourselves be drawn in

through shuttle windows we looked
familiar answer signals a lighting
in slices lighting

heated the pitch-black atmospheres
consisting in equal parts of
pvc neon and activist's

dederon sweat night shift for night shift
we traversed our interior instruments
went crazy a chronometer indicated

a preference for the number eighty-one
we got smaller and smaller and no
radar screen called for us

Translated by Bradley Schmidt