Cybertraveller burning bright
every night
a bright hole behind my eye
It's flashing like the tail end of a shooting star.
my world hangs framed in boxes
everywhere the outside stares
in at me through many many flashing squares.
my tong het uit my hol kop geval en le soos 'n vrekkende vis en blaas op die grond.liefste woorde kom woon weer by my en bevrolik my van hierdie stotterende stront