Luyện nghe bài hát In The Garden Of Dispersion

on ye
where ye sun behind horizon
is nothing
except our
and of events
and some ov our hands

on ye
where wings fell
wind rose ye to
and we in its deep
and in plaitiv depths

evanescent ov atavisms
secret ov in ye death posture
and then...
the ye in the garden ov dispersion
closes ye
closes ye
ye ears

in fields ov
under ye first tree's rotting
there's
feast
and night moonless
but yet ye light -
picture ov sigillic
grafting in our holy and mind