Still we’re aware of its centre
Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss
With the analogy of electricity to enter
With elegant patterns and connections
This cosmic genesis’ lightning arc,
Shapes my body’s complexion
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
Lie dormant in this unexplored animator
In its lobe rests our closest galaxy
Reading, visions from the spiral generator
Of thinking and intuition
More honestly they describe the sky
We should look in every direction,
Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye"
- Prologue Dialogue: The Re..
- The Essence
- The Thesis's Seasons
- Matrix Odyssey
- Star Puzzled
- A Sphere In A Sphere To I..
- A Microscopical Macrocosm
- Blindsight Complexity
- Dark Matter Mystery Black..
- Artifacts of Chaos
- Epilogue Metalogue Sharp..