A little more for you say? Say you?
I say to you, fools, you want more than all bounty
More than all freedom
More than all existence

You need less, less is more
You need less, there's the door
You need to walk, down to the core
More and more

Walk a mile in your own shoes, twos
Threes at a time, a squeeze of lime
Gives thyme to heal wounds
Rosemary enhanced my memory
Of you

The flat sided coin
Fell on the floor
When Mia Farrow was about to go
To hell
And I push automatic stop
The nickel stands on end.
Paola will tell you.
I don't pretend.

I send.

~ Your Messenger