No Biotic

Here’s what my gut says about the election.
But don’t trust anyone’s gut, even mine.
Here’s several predigested sibylline
pronouncements covering every projection,
possibility, cross section,
standard deviation, storyline:
broad as Russia, small as Liechtenstein,
unspoken but precise as stage direction,
accurate as a biathlon, and as weird
and cold—a shot could go wide right or left
or bullseye, backfire, blank or just misfire:
here’s every outcome, dreamed and volunteered,
woven into one fabric, warp and weft
crosshatching prophylaxis for a liar.