I am an infinitely bigger fan of possibilities than probabilities. Possibilities change the trajectory of what is; all else is mere calculation.
Straddling Two Realms
He ate possibilities for breakfast
Awe ways
Kneading more room
And inevitable movements
He straddled two realms
Shitting yesterday’s possibilities
This
Mourning’s probabilities
A steady die: it
For calculating mines
Who want nothing more
