Luyện nghe bài hát VI (Sight)

As if through a web of obsidian
My sight returns as from a
A dream of thoughts and sounds and visions
And I remember it being one of the most beautiful places I had ever
I had never before that point such peace
A winter for the spirit, I was harvested of
A place of endless solace placating this corroded ruins
of flesh, divorced of earth, severed of being

And now I can drift once but soaring free
I can look down upon all I once know - all I was
And see with the cold, clarity of the dead
Through eyes unmisted, a mind unfogged, free of the weight
Of the cathedral's stone
Of this body's flesh
Of mind's shattered synapses

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

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