Luyện nghe bài hát Lotus Gait

I this recurring nightmare:
pigeon, her broken feet
frozen solid to the pavement.
I turn as if I do not see.

I have this childhood
of my old man screaming the drivers seat
to turn away from an horror,
but he not undo what I had seen.

We spoke of it again.
Two hapless citizens of
the new stress worldwide disorder.

A syndrome fifth estate,
to batten down the mounting horrors
and shuffle on in a global gait.

Content to
in the plasma of the
home prisons we
commune before like shrines.
Are but votive lives?

A strangled, truss
shores-up each of us.
Anything to dull the
of a splintered gait.

As for me a filigree of psychic police
tends to the darker scenes.
But the wandering stumbles through it
and relives all eventually.
Pries open wide your
and shines a light
on the guilt, the fear, the shame.

The never came
the plasma glow of the
home entertainment we
to like dime-store shrines.
Are these but lives?

at heart.
A conformist the start.
A stockholm syndrome estate.
A staggering gait.

Its a strangled, twisted
that each of us.
So anything to the pain
of a self-inflicted, lotus gait.