Witch Craft

Mind: so dept; that it surpassed earth, and ethereal, And technology, and science, and maze of anonymous, Whom can tonguely alter any to your preference. Oh, that meek mysteries of your knowledge is real; That in one tranquil darkness you can saunter even ayont, And shell of groundnuts can erect you intricated aeroplane, To wondered the world, enjoy the night, and cause day her pain, Can you exalt pleasure in animals, than human of pulse youth? In all your twilight daze of invention that timid of daylight Where you stop the time, and reinvent the whole world; That never benefits us, nor yourself, here, nor beyond, You've seen it all, enjoyed, invents; but died indigent, Of the sickness you cure so perfect in the night. Oh witty; That surpassed knowledge; but died in dregs, and in pity.