Ups for Downs?

What's the trade:
above the line for below?

I'm not sure
about the fade
it hurts my solid bold;

I'm sent beside
my selfen eyes
for want of enough cold;

the heat the lies
the beaten fies
I'm leavened heavened loaved;

by dichotomies
by death totem breeze
a life and breath bygone;

here for sums
lost divide
extremis polar cracks.