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

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

For both him by with the speed of light
Not unlike the flow of however varied
Into that lysergic entity as the black hole

He was ugly for his time
And conversation was not lost on him
measures were called for
And as in antiquity the man was blessed
wisdom to the point of desperation

But in his corner, developing around 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 begun to as his hearing failed
That and matter were in no way connected to one other
As if in fact the one could not and prove
Its erotic existence in terms of the

"What does word mean?"
He enquired of the waiter hopefully
"Nothing for sir", came 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 them now, his eye slowly began to
And by the time he emerged on the street
He was to rely entirely on the other eye for help

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

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

the stairs he pondered what to do next
He would call a doctor and 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 after 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 tissue and membrane
Was now a follicle and perfectly vagina with vulva
Overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the eye

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