Macy and the Good Thing.

Trickle in, trip, collect trinket. Walk on. Throw away. Shun all. Unbelong. Is it the lapiz lazuli you want? Gather to judge your arms’ might, release to free your mind. Come Macy, come. With pictures of smiling faces in your house you sang the blues for money. Realize it’s not your call. The power of One is stronger. Collect your grace and come. Hither is where your materials melt ; embrace this Circle.Have no shame in being a barren dune. The clock’s hands are sweeping minutes off it’s face. The pace will eat you. Time extinguishes in no time. Hurry.Macy’s here. It’s in her touch ; devoid of the currency itch. I love this landslide. The rich plummet is like a gathering force of water –heavy clouds ready for a shaman pour. Exclusively humble. God bless Macy ; she is an oasis now.