Luyện nghe bài hát Worlds Within The Margin

Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its slightly on the street
Next to polls of water he walks
Slipping feet from at random he falls

In the space between his and the ground
Comets cast of names, stellar neurones misfire
inhale the seed and spit out a million branches

Buds abloom in all from which events occur
Relations and virused meetings fire and explode
In the margin of butterfly wings cycles of evolution
Outplayed and faded,
And leaned back into nirvana

Between the two of my eyes feverish fractals
Dance like were they on drugs peyote re-mapped exits
A hasty and a million life-to-comes
Will never be the as they never were

In the energy of a moving fist
a birth machine for a parallel universe
With the first movement in the organic
Came a bouquet of alternative
All different multiplied and

Coded in the spinal of a trilobite
Written between the on the Meganeura
Suburban maps and dormant dictator semen
Marked their way trough

In the energy of a moving fist
Lies a birth-machine for a universe