Over the scenery of a planet
Amongst a starry night
A series of alephs crawls into infinity
And infinity, infinitized
Closes into itself, self betrayed
Billows, billows, billows of Titans, and horned, horned specters
Pour, pour, pour swarms of stars
Into the torn out abysses
The thought, self doubting, showed its claws
And bites itself in its own abyss
But whose thought is it? A thought is not self thinking
Like a thunderclap and a thunderbolt happen by itself
A point grew into the expanse of n-dimensions
And the space collapsed
Like an impaled balloon.