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In Flames
Worlds Within The Margin 1997 |
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
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