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"