No outline on a globe.

No page in an atlas.

No ink on a road map.

No pixels in Google.

But parabolically defined

by two roads, one wide, one narrow,

one seducing toward stealthy corruption,

one steering toward a new creation,

a cartography of salvation

etched in ancient, timeless words.

And when we feel lost

or take a wrong turn,

congested is the highway,

but freer is the slender street.

So let us choose our exits wisely

on those ethereal roundabouts.