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 exit! A hasty blink And a million lives-to-come 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 soup Came a bouquet of alternative answers All different multiplied and re-divided Coded in the spinal cord of trilobites Written between the legs on the Meganeura Suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen Marke their way through 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!