"The Arranging of Seemingly Non-Tangible Stuff."

Ave I, I've been called-a Bipolar and
told that the way I behave is amoral;

The extremes I go to are unheard of
and my changes are alike, Alter-egos...

And hey, "These Kinds of things Shouldn't
be done,"

Seems like your, other worldly-called but I
always seem to remain, Hel bent; that's
how I'm inclined to be spent

And, although I can't give relevant answers
to subliminal messages or gravity through
adequate necromancy;

The Winds may Whisper Arousing Calligraphy
that amounts to Lightening in the minds eye

And, the Bird of the Air may arrange ominous
suspicions within that can't comprehend til
they act out on unheard of whims through
instruments of your external physical activities