You shall make it utterably Swift because I am inexorable, unyielding, and relentlessly
I feel you like a swift breeze across my brow, made apparent only through the
Perspiration of my effort under intent.
I do naught but believe that I will not go against myself.
I submit. I am love.
Tolle lege. Anon, anon.
You see Eve, and/or Lilith.
But I’m Helen Estelle and Alice Ladder