Vision behind blindness

 the mannequin honoured
They built him in soft marble
Hollow but sturdy
eyes all washed out

Robotic legs racing as if he was still alive
He didn't see me as I drove by
His eyes couldn't focus
Because they were empty

He was a statue 
He was a miracle
He gave me hope muscle and will
a divine example for a lost kid

His expectations
mostly met in this life
grinning up
leaving the details behind

As he always would
Racing through life
a fast burning joint
Bloodshot eyes

The empty gut
chases the prey down
Any how will do
The heart fills the gut and eyes

To answer the why of existence
often blind energy
though sometimes
the sacred architect