Luyện nghe bài hát Carried into redemption

i know that like jelly, because i have fed wild geckos on the roof of my hut in the seychelles islands. she was called the morning lizard, and i would drop clear ponds
from the tips of my fingers for her to drink, and gobs of silly flavored jelly on the counter for her to lick.

i know that it is to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea
ceremony. i him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch, offer, drink, enter, exit,

well this one so good.
i have at carnegie hall.
i been homeless, panhandled on the streets.
i witnessed death, and birth, and graduation.
i have been told to leave, and to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new york city, with many people, the mayor, baryshnikov, jessica lange,
i was at the opening of the film which one best film year.
i was kicked out of school
i was the key to the city of baltimore.
what a kick. i'd like more of those. i was
i am the highest point of my family tree. i call them to fruition, i sing them themes about the beautiful sky, but they see it. there is a canopy above them, being
woven out of determination to grow. out of the legacy of pain. i call them but they do not come, cannot come, no sun hits them.
i swum with turtles in the open sea.
i found ancient, rusty on the shore.
and written about the boat, the sailors, and homes , from one piece of survival.
i up in a hospital, watching my brother die.
i grew up in a hotel room , watching my mother bring home left food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea, with no coat or or dime for the phone,
and in the warm sun, in his arms, hearing his grunts and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and measured love by things,
and so love a fearful calm,
and i always run
to the storm
the lion completed, by love,
send me back to the
my
i have turned my back to the from hotel rooms
and called out the name of the setting sun from the desert
i've been it was happening
i have made it
i have walked tiny lanes alone, for miles
i have revolutions
i have carved myself into
i abandon my own
i have been by droves of red ants.
by horses
by crazy
i been carried all the way, by someone, now and then
but he is always too tired to then
and i hate him for loving my
i have been in a helicopter, flying over the alaskan glaciers, and i have been in the concord, than sound.
as much as i have camouflage, i have left my broken body on the plains at dusk
i been in a jet when the oxygen dropped
i came out to the car and my daughter was from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is written and over again.
i have skiied, water skiied, raced in the water, i played baseball and cards.
i chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He me a poet.
i rode maximilian shell, and leonard cohen in the same elevator.on different occasio