Upright Straight With The Sky

Trajectory, strange weather, creeping, hugging the night to KL.

Frozen trees, cold air, and claustrophobia.

In the sky without the moon, only a glimmer of light
Reflected from the inner eye, before the rail is cool and silent.

Here, the moon is long dead, and you do not have to translate all of this.

The wind is here, stronger than the television watcher and his tongue licking the train, bastard.

The night is getting late and quiet or my heart is pounding?

Before the whistle in the absorption of silence and cold of the train, another hour, where are we?
2018

Gif from Google
Poetry from @seha76!