Predictions

The hunger was scouring
each house- in utopia-
daring you to open the door.

Weavers were ready for-
the moment- of encounter-
to spin the corona.

As if an asteroid was heading
towards the silent ariel,
to destroy its integrity.

Beyond good and bad, there
was an effigy of a designer-
in dancing mode.

It was a jinx in your
speed. You would not climb on a
walk without a rope.