Fears and loves
Four ice crystals stick to my tongue
Suddenly I can see the future

It’s longingly forlorn and apathetic
Predictions weigh–spider silk
On moth’s wings
Try to cover the planet spool upon spool

It’s the beginning, new age, light age
Age of angles suddenly studied through
Fresh eyes, enormous amazing eyes!

It’s largely full of love and tangible
Sweet places of the global heart
Predictions shimmer–snow over glass in the sun
Bringing balance and purity to the air we’ll breathe