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"