Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

in his corner
He passed onto the inhabitants of the room
A scrawled of time and space

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

He was ugly for his time
And was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures were for
And as in the lonely man was blessed
With wisdom to the of desperation

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

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

"What this word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn waiter
"Nothing for sir", came the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal
It helps the you know 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 began to close
And by the time he emerged on the street
He was forced to rely on the other eye for help

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

So into his street
He stopped at the drug store and bought an eye
That soon covered the eye

Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do
He would call a and have tests made
Eat nourishing and if necessary consent to surgery
The resort of the gambling man

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

Where once was tremulous tissue and
Was now a follicle and formed vagina with vulva
and mysterious, unrevealing 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 cold light of