Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Circle Ends

Mountain
red bathed ridges
Stab up at the trembling horizon
slides lazily off rooftops
Lands on the incandescent and dies
A flock of little men touch down on the surface of porchlight
Dawn's footsoldiers return to the twilight across our faces
ignite and explode
Scattering shards of around the room
No one lives here
We're too busy crashin our every morning in the same house
the same roads
Unwilling to them
And even when we extend ourselves, its to be included
In a that stands still
And so often we struggle to improve conditions
We struggle for the to say "We improved conditions"
And so we form communities
to use them as exclusionary devices
And we forget that man is beside himself with grief
And somewhere people are for teachers
And no one's
Somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose the door
And somewhere people are keeping records
And writing a
For now we can call it "The Book About the Flaw
Or "The About the Letter A"
Or "Any Title a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
And as we the pages we call out the sounds of nothing
The of a vanishing alphabet
Standing waiting