On Borrowed Time

My questions, set Chun-out on a quest, ants-erred, with jolly-full zest....who can un hand me a word-I can not perplex, with a place it's not cold...since leaving lips-left....?who would have anything-of a man souled? I'm a fool, and to top it-on credit....borrowed on time, from, a not-yet lending heaven....eleven left Evan, thirteen felt this world-twice, before the third was claimed-not steaming....I do, what I do....because your dance may come along, while dunes would have me bidden....for whatever, sheets me walked-whenever, it leaves to watch whoever, here-thieved, I'm caught forever. There-achieved, a being leaving never-perceived, as bleak-to those unaccustomed;with no-mentioned tether...what weather contested, a sky to be wept in? Who headed, our test tubes we're testing? What eye, peers-naught....through telescopes-deceiving shined stars to thought, that they got you shone-believing....sever me-repetitively...I need-felt, the feel, overcoming-one edited...back, back, think-back--the map, that setting uncovered, when weak-I was lapped....verily, on my life-that's a fact....I met me in wonder, me having I-met for his slap....haha, that shit didn't fly-I waked up to laugh...his joke-acted of me, the fool...best, I've no watched performance-passed.....scanning-.-scanning, I had to find their plan...chancing.-.chancing, what poem gave my demands...lancing---lancing, all things to comprehend...glancing...glancing, getting seen-not seen to get....meandering-headless, her stammered lips defined, so to cancel-dawned, her death; I stepped in, coming-a head, to which you soon belong...tip-toeing, trip-tumbling