Microdream #2

For a moment, I must admit, I let myself drift away as they were talking; my head floated like a weather balloon above the discussion, which, by this stage of the evening (actually, it must have been morning), seemed to have become a dispute, or a debate, or twin simultaneous performances of two irreconcilable manifestos.  I couldn't follow the arguments, although I did catch some words, some disconnected topics: a cage, a fossil, a tree without branches, the culpability of all who concurred, an intransigent fact, some translations of the word butterfly, the evolution of matricide.