The cube pantrom of the life (night, night. cube night)

Ink bleeds true the paper.
clouds float in the gentile sky.
moles dig in the pure ground.
the Jay can truly fly.
thoughts are in the clear, true mind.
flesh upon bone.
going true the earthly space.
button makes a tone.
things do.
stuff happens.
with, or without the "why".
head moves.
feet stomp.
as the cubes are stacked to the sky.
(In to the starry night.)

I think you were trying to say that life simply moves on, no rhyme and little reason, just simply life moves on....nice.

thanks