Icarus and Daedalus (first edition)

Icarus and Daedalus so unavailing story; Why ain t our joints impetuously tough and deft enough That infinite ascending fly would really be For our constant glory And inexhaustible would be the wells of life. . Why our trunks ain t built enough resilient Why our mind recover light much harder than the dark, For we could weirdly hover Among the sapping whirls of shimmering reflections Springing from the chasm, The former seal a breathing life of cosmic waving grid Enveloping refining bark Of soul and overall inside the living, Condensing death of hustling spark in horny corny shell.