Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

Very he sipped his tea
Not shifting his from the thick double
Spaced printing he read his jeweler's eye

in his corner
He passed onto the other inhabitants of the
A insularity of time and space

For both passed him by the speed of light
Not unlike the flow of substance however
Into that lysergic entity known as the black

He was hardly for his time
And conversation was certainly not on him
Drastic were called for
And as in antiquity the lonely man was
With wisdom to the of desperation

But in his corner, developing around him
Like a sun was a climate of such beauty
That sight and could no longer be considered
Sufficient for the senses

And he had to notice as his hearing failed
That mind and matter were in no way to one other
As if in the one could not propose and prove
Its erotic existence in terms of the

"What does word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn hopefully
"Nothing for desert sir", the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a essence
It helps the you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind", quickly he shot

And as the patter of the feet in the room
For he barely heard now, his eye slowly began to close
And by the time he emerged on the street
He was forced to rely entirely on the eye for help

But happily it continued its many
Blinking gently for and registering images
It was rush hour in only ten a.m.

So turning his street
He stopped at the drug and bought an eye patch
That covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the stairs he what to do next
He call a doctor and have tests made
Eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to
The last resort of the man

And at one a.m. he awoke a dream
And fumbling his way in the obsolescent light of his room
He peered into the veins of his mirror
And away the patch, what he saw astonished him

Where once was tremulous tissue and
Was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina vulva
Overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and to the untrained eye

But in the deep dark recesses of that occlusion
Lay the unclosing eye of disgust in its closing moments
Lunging forward and hungry for the cold of days