Microscopio

The microscope is already asleep,
I thought about writing a little to it,
About that vegetal star,
That lost the morbid glass
That made it understand
The curvature of dreams
And artificial silence.
I don't know if I can continue
Planting silhouettes,
Forgive me for my lightness.
Microscope, you must think
That all of this is a normal state,
But I regret
Having dreamed of you.