A Microscopical Macrocosm - Vintersorg

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»