IGI - Blindfolded visionary

Cut my hair with a kitchen knife, he was a blindfolded visionary.
Everything and nothing was going on in his precious head,
overfed on chemicals and conversation.
A speeding train without a station
crashed at my event-horizon,
feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on.
And in the news, they have to say he is a blindfolded visionary.
I scrape the clouds of rouge from his face and he's white as noise.