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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