In Flames:Worlds Within The Margin

Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street.
Next to pools of monotonous water He walks, Slipping feet from steps at random, He falls.

In the space between his body and the ground,
Comets cast off their names, stellar neurons 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 and leaned back into
Vacuum-filled nirvana!

Between the two of my eyes,
Feverish fractals soar,
Dance like were they on drugs,
Peyote labyrinths 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 the organic soap
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 trough time!

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe!

In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe!