Navigating the Wheels of Fate and Chaos in the Age of mis/information, the Messenger God Hermes traverses wyrd realms.
His footprints (and their reverse imprints betwixt, for timemit flows back as well as forth) in the ethers,
merge and mesh with hands of action, whose fingers weave with feathers.
From these flights of fancy, his Caduceus staff is fledged, one wing’s plumes rise and fall to meet
-in a great lemniscate twist- (upon the road before Him) his winged feet…