Asking Price Ransom for the Flaxen-
Haired High-Prophet Burstin'
With Love-Songs

Ascending Venus Crowns Saturn
“Still out like a light?”
“Yep. Seems she still can’t see anything.”
“So she won’t know?”
“For all your Dharma demands, Maitreya, this must be so...”

It's a long hollow way down.
Farther than halfway across town,
Through busy...