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| In Flames Whoracle Worlds Within the Margin Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street next to polls of monotonous water He walks, Slipping feet from steps at random He falls In the space between his body and the ground comets cast of 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 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 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 paralell universe With the first movement in the organic soap came a bouquet of alternative answers all different multiplied and re-devided 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 trough time In the kinetic energy of a moving fist lies a birth-machine for a paralell universe |
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