Sitting quietly amongst the noise I travel on the horseless steel caravan
  
Seeds of guilt are planted and they cultivate restlessly in my mind...
  
Burning ignorance
  
Even as I scribe it plagues me!
  
My own anarchist desires as unique as an army lemmings  
"How original..."
  
My tongue is made of lead and my saliva mercury bullets
  
Unable or perhaps just unwilling to shut my yammering noise box, it spews relentless, babbling idiocy into my life's endeavours...
  
Acting as a veil it blinds me to reason
  
...While the caravan moves on there is a stench that lingers
  
It reeks of week old **** and staggers like a sightless drunk; it's almost pitiful... If it were not so pathetic!
  
Scanning the horizon my ever watchful eyes peruse the faceless sea for our fearless leader but with the subtly of a weak minded fool he effortlessly avoids my gaze
  
(Surely he too is without answers...)
  
...The droning hum of the noise becomes deafening and it hisses like a television out of focus...
  
In my crackling static camouflage, waiting for uncertainty, I will vanish.
  
A subway shadow chasing the midnight train
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A solemn traveler without a name

~Incantations, magic and the like~
  
~The wizard casts his spell~
  
~Blackest nights and brightest days~
  
 ~A spell is cast~
  
~Now all has gone away~
  


~Never more a brighter day~

~Away~

~Away~