FalIing for a string of un-understood words

The eggs of birds beget flight



while mortal men keep their feet on the ground



sensible bodies kindle positions into every pore



for what loosens them is what tightens me



and I have not sprung from vital motions just to let you have your way



So what say ye of morning minds that come with old age?



I totter on the edge of reason eloped with lethargy