A Microscopical Macrocosm

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".