report 000026: brenschluss

beyond measure: we have reached, perhaps, the edge of this shelf. in hands setting out. life in the waters by night flares sharp &/as copper in the strands going up greenwash & now

here with the brakes unlock coming out of slalom i startle at the closing of distance. too long singing the vastness of space. with the fear there is another, & a counterpoint. between vision & the suddenness of flight.