the anxiety of reinvention

I am the vagabond
in the homeless middle

of the past pulled bare,
and a future dressed
in fine linen and crown.

I’ve run out of my anointing

and all of the anointed have gone ahead to their golden cities,

into their tomorrows created
with  paint by number kits
that simply connect their past to their future.

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