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
           [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]                       peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits
                               hasty blink
                        and a million [bad word]                            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 
                                     [bad word]                        marked their way through time