Luyện nghe bài hát Carried into redemption

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

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