life consuming peace celebrate 

each day of the blind god who 

feels everything spotless filter 

of background noise glide from dream 

to dream on a quest for riddles 

surrounding faith and bravery in its 

empty centre a thousand things never 

seen by any eye unconscious tracks 

and pictures and landscapes and fragments 

of languages as random and wonder 

have the same source broke open 

before and after sounds and thoughts 

no need to see the shape of life it forms