Having written out the future in the pages of my book,
you tear it out. Just before it’s distributed,
officially bound and sealed. Scrunching it into a ball,
you toss it atmospheric, out of sight.
Burning up, it is a comet, a flaming talking point
to those below.
Swiftly falling to earth, a meteorite causing heavy damage.
The com(m)e(n)t
