Bow your head - sweet blush upon your cheeks. Maybe there sits a tear - caught in the corners of your eye. Those eyes that are big - round - half open - looking. Bouquet of wanting is as big as the number of many. Enclosed by all that is offered on the branches of display. Too much. When a simple array of choice is present - needs - desires - wrecked cars in getting from here to there - close the tunnel. Wide around a heart is evolutionarily all there is. Is progression in a constellation chart - if wanting - envious challenge shown suddenly on the dome of a brain. Look askance at your empty hand fulls. Who are you without. Discomfort is an avenue of asphalt destruction when shorn up by envy. Is envy a cousin to desire - tender seeping of hurt. The world shows a plenty non-existent - existent only in an advertisement. Wrap yourself in a cloak of contentment with what is in the hall of mirrors. Each flower picked - saved - held - opens. Chicory crowds out envy with a smell of divine.