I start with a wire but now travel through space. I deliver swift words to any far place. My first half tells weight, or a message of old. My second half sends a sharp, written fold.

Light, polish, crafts, and balm, Solid and subtle scent in your palm.

Think of me when you walk into a kitchen, smoke an illicit drug, or an anagram of the octagon sign

For some, necessary. Others? Accessory. Clear views, Apfel a muse.

I worship an Italian dinner that levitates. You might call me a...