اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
