Luyện nghe bài hát VI (Sight)

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

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

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

I embrace this season of
With fiber of my departing consciousness
and eternal
A winter for the soul carried on oblivion's ghostly
One final exhortation
To the winds that rend and rend and rend and rend
I
I
I
I end.