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
|
from 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 back into
|
vacuum-filled nirvana
|
|
Between the two of my eyes
|
feverish fractal scar
|
Dance like they were 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
|
|
-----------------
|
Worlds Within The Margin
|
In Flames |