Luyện nghe bài hát Lotus Gait

I have this nightmare:
flailing pigeon, her feet
solid to the freezing pavement.
I turn as if I do not see.

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

We spoke of it again.
Two hapless citizens of
the new post-traumatic stress disorder.

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

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

A strangled, twisted
that shores-up of us.
to dull the pain
of a lotus 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 painful
on the guilt, the fear, the shame.

The courage came
from the glow of the
entertainment prisons we
cling to dime-store shrines.
Are these but lives?

at heart.
A from the start.
A stockholm fifth estate.
A staggering gait.

Its a strangled, truss
that shores-up of us.
So anything to the pain
of a self-inflicted, crippling gait.