In Flames Worlds Within The Margin
Raindrop hits the leaf changing it's position slightly on the street next to polls of monotonous waters He walks Slipping feet from steps at random He falls In the space of between his body and the ground comets cast off their names stellar neurones misfire Witnesses inhale the seed and spit out a million branches Buds abloom in all directions frin which events occur relations and virused meetings catch fire and explode In the margin of butterfly wings entire cycles of evolution outplayed and faded sparked away and leaned back into vacuum-filled nirvana Between the two of my eyes feverish fractal scar Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits A hasty blink and a million life-to-comes will never be the same as they never were In the kinetic energy of a moving fist lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe With the first movement in organic scap came a bouquet of alternative answers all different multiplied and re-divided Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite written between the legs on the Meganeura suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen marked their way through time
