Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

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

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

He was hardly for his time
And conversation was not lost on him
Drastic measures were for
And as in antiquity the man was blessed
With to the point of desperation

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

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

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

And as the patter of the feet in the room
For he heard them now, his eye slowly began to close
And by the time he on the sunny street
He was to rely entirely on the other eye for help

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

So turning into his
He stopped at the drug and bought an eye patch
That soon covered the eye

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

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

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

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