Just something I had to sweat out

Too much under me to get ahead of it, / too hungry to be irrelevant, / too funny to be celibate./  Conduit running me. / Blood and honey. / Above and sunny. / Love and money. Velvet glove coming for me. /  Cunning linguist strips for Epiphany just to sip from her fire hose. / Higher forces arose,  / vocal chords forge what pours / from illicit prose to exhibit living what I know: / Hip throws, / ripped clothes, / gym bros, / experience grows. / Flow is half a mind rinse / and half a blind glimpse to what doesn't show. / A pale reflection of the internal conduit / blowing quantum tissue so don't worry / if the references and science misses you. / This is just how I work out my issues / that I can't leave on the mat or the bedroom floor. / When both temples fail the inter-dimensional sense kicks in the door / More than real / Each outpouring reveals / Infinite core unpeeled / Ball of yarn spiels / No walls or shields, / Just vim and vigor in every bar, made to bust / just like Daedalus I won't be a Minotaur's meal