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.
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