Luyện nghe bài hát Circular Breathing

Pick up my and fly
Into a sky.
down on the world and try
To make you out on the ground.
Lonely toy in a toy-town.
in spiral sounds---
Sounds of breathing.

I'm a kite on a thread.
Daring lightning to me dead.
Harsh echoes of things you
Banished me to a thinner
With unholy ghosts of your face.
Hands cupped to my ears to
The sound of breathing.

cityscape below----
I lowry matchstick figures go.
Caught in the timeless flow of silence.