Worlds Within the Margin - In Flames

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