Luyện nghe bài hát Carried into redemption

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

i know that it is possible to 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 have death, and birth, and graduation.
i have been to leave, and invited to stay.
i went to a big new years eve party in new city, with many famous 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 more of those. i was arrested
i am the highest point of my family tree. i call them to fruition, i sing them about the beautiful sky, but they cannot 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 do not come, they cannot come, no sun hits them.
i have swum turtles in the open sea.
i found ancient, nails on the shore.
and about the boat, the sailors, and their homes , from one piece of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, watching my die.
i grew up in a hotel room , watching my mother bring home left food.for our dinner.
i cried my self to sleep by the cold sea, with no coat or blanket or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the sun, in his arms, hearing his grunts and the rustling of his leaves, his great purring
and measured by these things,
and so love became a calm,
and i have run
to the storm
the lion completed, by love,
me back to the hunt
my
i have my back to the sunrise from hotel rooms
and called out the name of the setting sun from the floor
i've been it was happening
i have made it
i have walked down tiny alone, for miles
i have planned
i carved myself into moderation
i my own shadow
i have attacked by droves of red ants.
by horses
by crazy
i have been carried all the way, by someone, now and
but he is always too tired to stay
and i hate him for my weakness
i have been in a helicopter, flying the alaskan glaciers, and i have been in the concord, faster than sound.
as much as i learned camouflage, i have left my broken body on the plains at dusk
i in a jet when the oxygen masks dropped
i came out to the car and my daughter was from her car seat.
she had me in.
all of it is over and over again.
i have skiied, water skiied, raced in the water, i have played and cards.
i learned at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell, and cohen in the same elevator.on different occasio