No revision yet I WRITE SLOW
For EMPHASIS
For every single line and curve
For every single one is many
Every solitary bead of humanity is a zero, death
Every string is a life
All to be swallowed by me
All to be thrown-up through my esophagus, as souls
All light is here
All darkness is near
All sight is rear
AND I've COME through you as a GHOST yet to be my throat. Beautiful saxophone and back to the left and back to the left
FORget TenSION Bring me into it. Whatever I've ever wanted to say!
If you only said what I said to bring you through me!

Delightful