The sun blocks the darkness from entering
The fun blocks the pain of nowness
The cast grays blocks  the blues of the smiles

The dark skin blocks the center the blacks, blues
The warmth blocks the freezing cold bitterness
The ignorance blocks the peace of painless

The eyes block the center of reality
The canvas block the passion of weakness
The hands block the closeness of grace

The heart blocks the sins of giving
The wakeness blocks the guilty of staying
The chair blocks the truth of the past

The creatures block the cup of fullness