Blind Mind, Avoid

Let the sun blinds the blind man And carriages with the wind The hidden path, the unholy rises While that Eagle is wandering by. Let the moon while I scope To watch the mourning birds create The pounding on the fall stone The weight I dance. Let the plum buffalo comes to me In dream, in smoke, in stars and rain, I don't care As a great man to be and said: "Welcome, my skinny bone, And show me where is the way I shall dehorn. Because I don't want leave any trace behind!