steep_and_narrow raze every poem has taken on the divine form of torture in this song, whispering something imagined to make it true. we don't bleed easily. we have control and the dignity of our smiles. when_you_put_on_the_glasses, there's no lesion the sky could not see. our life, having been replaced by the language god created, is a steep and narrow hallway. if i could talk, i'd tell you. 250413 what's it to you? who go blather from