Luyện nghe bài hát Scattering the Timeweb

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

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

A of light,
not by eye but mind
Appearing me
in this rite
I splinter the web
of time the cup
I leap into a history
and bygone

In the palm of my I read of God's creation
And in my I felt its end

An ever raging pool of
I dived and swam on the of a whale of white noise

In the palm of my hand I read of God's
And in my spine I its end