Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

Engrossed in his
He passed onto the other inhabitants of the
A scrawled insularity of time and

For passed him by with the speed of light
Not unlike the flow of substance varied
Into lysergic entity known as the black hole

He was hardly for his time
And conversation was not lost on him
Drastic measures were for
And as in antiquity the man was blessed
With wisdom to the point of

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

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

"What does this mean?"
He enquired of the solemn hopefully
"Nothing for sir", came the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal
It the breathing you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind", he shot back

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

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

So turning into his
He stopped at the store and bought an eye patch
That soon the reluctant eye

Climbing the stairs he pondered to do next
He would call a doctor and have tests
Eat nourishing food and if consent to surgery
The last of the gambling man

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

Where once was tissue and membrane
Was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with
Overgrown and mysterious, and still to the untrained eye

But in the dark recesses of that sticky occlusion
Lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing
Lunging forward and hungry for the light of days