Luyện nghe bài hát VI (Sight)

As if through a web of silk
My sight returns as from a
A empty of thoughts and sounds and visions
And I remember it one of the most beautiful places I had ever been
I had never before that known such peace
A winter for the spirit, I was of essence
A place of endless solace this soul's corroded ruins
Bereft of flesh, of earth, severed of being

And now I can drift once again but free
I can down upon all I once know - all I once was
And see with the cold, crystalline of the dead
eyes unmisted, a mind unfogged, free of the oppressive weight
Of the dead stone
Of this withered flesh
Of this mind's synapses

I didn't think such a was possible
That the relentless roil of rage and thrumming like lava through me
Could be
And given over to a of calm stillness

I embrace season of ending
With every fiber of my consciousness
Frozen and
A winter for the soul carried on oblivion's ghostly
One last exhortation
To the winds that rend and rend and rend and rend
I
I
I
I end.