Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

Very he sipped his tea
Not his glance from the thick double
Spaced printing he read with his eye

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

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

He was hardly ugly for his
And was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures called for
And as in antiquity the lonely man was
With wisdom to the point of

But there in his corner, developing him
a sun was a climate of such rare beauty
That sight and sound no longer be considered
food for the senses

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

"What this word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn waiter
"Nothing for desert sir", came the
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a essence
It helps the breathing you sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind", he shot back

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

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

So into his street
He stopped at the drug store and an eye patch
That covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the stairs he pondered to do next
He would call a doctor and have made
Eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to
The last resort of the 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 rusty veins of his
And lifted away the patch, what he saw him

Where once was tremulous and membrane
Was now a follicle and formed vagina with vulva
and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye

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