Voices lingering- within voids, beneath the deluding- null devoid of tunes, tones- whispering noise- that I, have been the breaking- the addle ‘tween heaven, and being paranoid- seven-deadly-sinning-, stammerin’, negroid songs- and I, being the all bearing- the addle ‘tween heaven, and gettin’ high- rouse and aroused to the tunes- to the opus, the clang sounds to the chorus- shutting the opera house curtains.

SF