| Raindrop hits the leaf changing it’s position slightly on the street
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| next to polls of monotonous waters He walks Slipping feet from
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| steps at random He falls
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| In the space of between his body and the ground
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| comets cast off their names stellar neurones misfire
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| Witnesses
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| inhale the seed
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| and spit out a million branches
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| Buds abloom in all directions
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| frin which events occur
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| relations and virused meetings
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| catch fire and explode
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| In the margin of butterfly wings
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| entire cycles of evolution
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| outplayed and faded
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| sparked away and leaned back into
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| vacuum-filled nirvana
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| Between the two of my eyes
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| feverish fractal scar
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| Dance like were they on drugs
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| peyote labyrinth re-mapped exits
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| A hasty blink
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| and a million life-to-comes
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| will never be the same
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| as they never were
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| In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
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| lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe
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| With the first movement in organic scap
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| came a bouquet of alternative answers
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| all different multiplied and re-divided
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| Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite
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| written between the legs on the Meganeura
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| suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen
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| marked their way through time |