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    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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