Luyện nghe bài hát VI (Sight)

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

And now I can drift again but soaring free
I can look down all I once know - 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 body's withered flesh
Of this mind's synapses

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

I embrace this of ending
every fiber of my departing consciousness
Frozen and
A winter for the soul carried on oblivion's ghostly
One final exhortation
To the violent winds rend and rend and rend and rend
I
I
I
I end.