Sensory impulses commanding us

Still we're aware of its centre

Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss

With the analogy of electricity to enter



I've painted a world in the dark,

With elegant patterns and connections 

This cosmic genesis' lightning arc,

Shapes my body's complexion



A microscopical macrocosm,

Of distant mountains and inner plasm,

All the elements are eloquenced by infinity

A microscopical macrocosm,

I and Me float through its chasms,

Filtering the universe through a living internity



Thousands of pathway's directory,

Lie dormant in this unexplored animator

In its lobe rests our closest galaxy

Reading, visions from the spiral generator



Atoms composed into a condition

Of thinking and intuition 



"Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection,

More honestly they describe the sky

We should look in every direction,

Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye"