Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream across heaths
Flensing the rind of my very
Corrosive comforts
In an inexorable of dissolution

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

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

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

Yet

not is thy solace
Within this patina of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral tall
And in febrile shadows
Hopes of centuries and die

I must on
I must haul this weary patchwork of cursive
a translucent mire
Endless, oppressive

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