Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream wind-burned heaths
Flensing the rind of my soul
Corrosive comforts
In an miasma of dissolution

A that scours with the paralyzing raptor claws
Of a of unrealized purpose

And it as at this point revelation strikes
With the force of a driven spear-points

A face with the lexicon of destitution
Stares through pallid, jaundiced eyes
That glitter with suppressed, shrieking
To
To claw away the threads of carnation
To force this stooped
Into the beneath my feet
Abnegation - - void
The only triptych I

Yet

Extant not is thy
Within corrupted patina of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral tall
And in those shadows
of centuries shrivel and die

I move on
I must haul weary patchwork of cursive limbs
Through a translucent
Endless, oppressive

Each tread summons the efforts of a thousand scouring
Inch by inch, step by step, slowing,
Until - like a puppet strings severed by the scythe of embitterment
A collapses