Luyện nghe bài hát Grasping Light

Just downstream that dark place,
Where last beats fell and waters
A man looked down his face...
In reverie, his thoughts did
To the river is to follow the arc
It does not drift, it not wait
its course with limb and mind
There walks a
There runs his

To the river is to follow the thread
It not lie, it does not leave
stones there as he does,
He to think;
He to breathe

Something of that lives!
He feels it bide, he feels it
out, but at itself,
As if to
As if to

His vision forming, now
In verse, in melting song
Crafting there as he does
echo out,
They on:

"But a vessel, alive,
For a time, I thrive,
was all,
Nothing lay below it...
But a vessel, adrift,
Not a theft, nor a gift,
was all -
But a pulse, but a poet"

To drink from the is to meet with the arc
And drink quenched
The man did
But a vessel, adrift,
Not a theft, nor a gift,
was all -
But a