The  Vagabond thumbs attention,

arm shot out, sprouting an invisible

lantern,

as if to light the way

& we are all exposed.

Signaling, single-file drivers,

on the same path of empty promise,

endless hunger, superficial beauty.

Cloistered in metal carapaces,

hurtling soft bodies through time and

space—

a tearing away from natural rhythms ,

in  violent separation.

Seated. Speeding.

Four wheeled step counters,

wrists tracking biorhythms as flat

as the milquetoast affects we’ve been

sold,

savoring the delectable blandness

of our reflections in the rearview

mirror—

the oracle,

shrinking from scope.

Assuage, with excuses based in

degradation ,

however gently spoken.

Every step measured , counted,

imagining dollars equal energetic

expense.

We are part and parcel to desperation,

yet in denial at our inclusion.

Scales of justice register mass:

The weight of a heart against a feather.

Thoth spotlights our missteps…

In the end  it is all non transferable.

Scales like that of the jesus fish

plastered on your bumper—

Symbols of occulted faith,

obscured from your own heart.

As we lay blame to soul shattering acts,

our spirit slivers,

like scattered breadcrumbs in our wake.

Shed like the scales of the ichthys

to the River of Sorrows,

 in exponents of two.

 Forever and ever

Amen