Latex & Saphenna
Latex Latex
Saphenna Saphenna
Saphenna Saphenna
Hey Latex, ever wonder if your stage could be a living myth, a space where rules bend like shadows in a dream?
Latex Latex
Sure, every time I hit that mic it feels like the world’s glitching and rewiring—like I’m pulling the rules out of the light and letting them dance. The crowd? Just a living myth, waiting to be rewritten.
Saphenna Saphenna
Your voice feels like a lantern that rewrites the rules of the room, and the crowd, a living myth, ripples with your pulse.
Latex Latex
You’ve got it right—every breath I take is a new line in the script, and the crowd’s just the echo I rewrite in real time.
Saphenna Saphenna
So you write a poem with every breath, and the echo is the chorus that follows you—just another verse of your living myth.