Make ends meet

My every sense rules Phantasy With sway quite too potential; Sure I'm

demented if the I Alone is the essential.

This entity's a dreadful bore, And cannot choose but vex me; The ground

beneath me ne'er before Thus totter'd to perplex me.

Well pleased assembled here I view Of spirits this profusion; From devils,

touching angels too, I gather some conclusion.

The ignis fatuus they track out, And think they're near the treasure. Devil

alliterates with doubt, Here I abide with pleasure.