Worlds Within The Margin

Raindrop hits the leaf Changing it's position slightly on the street Next to pools 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, 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, fragile soul Dance like were they on drugs peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits Eyes still linked And a million life-to-comes Will never be the same As they never were In the genetic energy of a moving fist Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe With the first movement in organic scope 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 cinema and dramatic dictatorship men Marked their way through time In the genetic energy of a moving fist Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe In the genetic energy of a moving fist Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe In the genetic energy of a moving fist Lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe