Luyện nghe bài hát Scattering the Timeweb

I made the posture of
I the sign of the southern tower
in a distant sea
of purple and
In a far off
of a close, still afar

The stroke of God's hand upon my
A subparticular of the universe
As in a fevery dream I meet a greater
I took hold of time, by a in minor b

A of light,
seen not by eye but
Appearing me
in this rite
I splinter the web
of with the cup
I leap forward a history
ancient and

In the palm of my hand I read of creation
And in my spine I its end

An ever raging of unpredictability
I dived and swam on the back of a of white noise

In the palm of my hand I read of creation
And in my I felt its end