Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

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

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

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

He was ugly for his time
And conversation was not lost on him
Drastic measures called for
And as in antiquity the lonely man was
With to the point of desperation

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

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

"What does word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn hopefully
"Nothing for desert sir", the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a essence
It the breathing you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind", quickly he shot

And as the of the feet faded in the room
For he barely heard them now, his eye began to close
And by the time he emerged on the sunny
He was forced to rely on the other eye for help

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

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

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

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

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

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