Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

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

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

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

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 to notice as his hearing failed
That mind and were in no way connected to one other
As if in fact the one could not and prove
Its erotic existence in of the other

"What this word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn waiter
"Nothing for desert sir", came the
"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 in the room
For he barely heard now, his eye slowly began to close
And by the time he on the sunny 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 turning into his
He at the drug store and bought an eye patch
That soon covered the eye

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

And at one a.m. he from a dream
And after fumbling his way in the obsolescent light of his
He peered into the veins of his mirror
And lifted away the patch, 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 that sticky
Lay the unclosing eye of disgust in its closing moments
forward and hungry for the cold light of days