Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

Engrossed in his
He passed the other inhabitants of the room
A scrawled insularity of time and

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

He was hardly ugly for his
And conversation was not lost on him
Drastic were called for
And as in the lonely man was blessed
With wisdom to the of desperation

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

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

"What does this mean?"
He enquired of the waiter hopefully
"Nothing for sir", came the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal
It the breathing you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you mind", quickly he shot back

And as the patter of the feet faded in the
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 hour in Hawaii ten a.m.

So into his street
He stopped at the drug store and an eye patch
That covered the reluctant eye

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

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

Where once was tremulous tissue and
Was now a and perfectly formed vagina with vulva
Overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the eye

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