| Sensory impulses commanding us
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| Still we’re aware of its centre
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| Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss
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| With the analogy of electricity to enter
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| I’ve painted a world in the dark
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| With elegant patterns and connections
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| This cosmic genesis' lightning arc
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| Shapes my body’s complexion
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| A microscopical macrocosm
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| Of distant mountains and inner plasm
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| All the elements are eloquenced by infinity
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| A microscopical macrocosm
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| I and Me float through its chasms
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| Filtering the universe through a living internity
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| Thousands of pathway’s directory
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| Lie dormant in this unexplored animator
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| In its lobe rests our closest galaxy
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| Reading, visions from the spiral generator
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| Atoms composed into a condition
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| Of thinking and intuition
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| «Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection
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| More honestly they describe the sky
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| We should look in every direction
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| Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye» |