Luyện nghe bài hát Scattering the Timeweb

I the posture of EIXI
I drew the sign of the tower
Awoke in a sea
of purple and
In a far off
of a world close, still

The stroke of God's hand my brow
A subparticular of the universe
As in a fevery I meet a greater reality
I took of time, by a note 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 pool of unpredictability
I dived and swam on the back of a of white noise

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