Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

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

For both passed him by with the of light
Not the flow of substance however varied
Into that lysergic known as the black hole

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

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

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

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

And as the patter of the feet faded in the
For he barely them 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 lubrication and registering
It was rush hour in only ten a.m.

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

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

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

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

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