Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

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

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 for his time
And was certainly not lost on him
measures were called for
And as in antiquity the lonely man was
With wisdom to the point of

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

And he had begun to notice as his failed
That mind and matter were in no way connected to one
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 desert sir", came the
"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 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 entirely on the other eye for help

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

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

Climbing the he pondered what to do next
He call a doctor and have tests made
Eat nourishing food and if necessary to surgery
The resort 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 the rusty veins of his mirror
And lifted away the patch, he saw astonished him

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

But in the deep recesses of that sticky occlusion
Lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing
Lunging and hungry for the cold light of days