report 000021: advent

There is an occasional plateau. Not a limit, no; another anteroom in an alternating series of events, chambers, the scent of blood recently oxidized & we trail along together in stabilized orbit. One builds, slowly. One could corner

the market in possible futures, or outlive them. & there will be a time in which/the minute before meeting, as one may say/when Zeno turns friendly & one wishes for infinite divisibility: approaching one

indefinitely, halt in the shifting present, that when driving the crest seems to end in sky only& one might ease&tumble edge over into--some Schrödinger's landscape. The mind hushes in this, recto/verso. One rushes to meet oneself in future, smooth timelines. Decisions shear off

& generate new forks. & I: standing out in this cold: in preparation: in wait; for/against a probability, lines of trains & buses in all those cities to come, grapple of birds in the wires--& creak of step, & with one's fly's feet absorbing/getting one's mouth on the land. There is ownership

& transience. There is a tangle of syntax that lives next the conditionel, as a bad translation engine mangling states: but in earnest, where timelines howl together, & destroy one another, & breed. Each step an emergence, a passing from cloud to cloud. & yet, oh miracle enginer, we plunge headlong & confident, making pavement of possibility.