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"