Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The songs scream across wind-burned heaths
the rind of my very soul
Corrosive embrace
In an miasma of dissolution

A threnody scours with the paralyzing raptor claws
Of a lifetime of unrealized

And it as at this point that revelation
With the force of a thousand driven

A face etched with the lexicon of
Stares back through pallid, jaundiced
That with suppressed, shrieking desperation
To
To claw the threads of cloying carnation
To force stooped sarcophagus
the carcass-field beneath my feet
Abnegation - silence -
The only triptych I

Yet

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

I must on
I must haul this weary patchwork of cursive
Through a mire
Endless, wake

Each tread summons the efforts of a scouring exhalations
Inch by inch, step by step, slowing,
Until - like a puppet with strings by the scythe of embitterment
A figure