The Unspeakable; If This Mind Can Speak

http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/03/03/1078295445623.html

All of a sudden thoughts of that beautiful mind penetrat'd mineth idle thoughts,

From then I knew I had to stopeth the things I do

And caress 'tis brain pregnant of figures of thine beautiful mind

I wondereth how it wouldst feeleth to be inside that beautiful mind

How wonderful to be coat'd of logic and argumentative cells

Oh! I feeleth full just by random thinking just too close to exploding.

If mineth mind is of wax as well, wouldst thou not wanteth to mateth with it too?

Come, undresseth mineth soul and commune to me thy beautiful thoughts.

Oh! How can this not be controversial, when all I wanteth is to corrupt that brain

Seduce thou to sineth, and be parent of what more its to conceiveth

I dreameth to be the one to driveth thou to oblivion of climax,

Be the sole reasoneth wherefore thou wouldst moaneth ”eureka!”

Oh! How I crave to be thith'r while the apples fall.

Lovely, yea lovelier than a tree, you art holy ambrosia and I am nay god, sadly, not even closeth to a greek.

I wouldst wanteth to elope with that beautiful mind and shareth these intellections

But nay, this hath to stopeth, because thy mind is res'rve f'r far moo p'rfection that is not me.