The folks from which some scientists arise (poem)

I wrote this by sudden inspiration just past midnight. It's about as much based on truth as are the preceding parody lyrics.

Upon a pale pink wall you see the marks Of thoughts straight from expired children's hearts. They grew up to use sorceries abstract That other men take for rainbows of black. For want of truer happiness they find A path to nasty cancers of the mind, Which targets powers far beyond the norm, Sustained despite the limits of their form. A denser mesh and focus on the seen Could leave them near both opposites of mean. But only worlds that build sight in the blind Create and tolerate this stranger kind