All thoughts are now suppressed
Without pure definition
Solitaire seeks only to mask
My expressions of contradiction
If silence dilutes the inner sound
And my ears then seek another
Somewhere off in the distance
A train begins to holler
Riding on wheels of steel
Heading off into space
Driven by a force unknown
To some God forsaken place
Too sensitive are these ears
When talking to the mind
As silence breathes around my head
And plays with unseen time
A short glimpse at nothingness
And I could call it boredom
But intrusions by an iron force
Becomes the night's phantom
Rust rushing like the wind
Heading to meet its maker
Wondering where its journey ends
Or asking what it came for
With thoughts that live on the edge
Of what is real and what is dying
There's no such thing as pure silence
When the train is bound and crying
I give the unreal the souls that live
And what's living is now asleep
The night will caress its meaninglessness
As the train continues to weep
-Shabetei
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