Painful?

I should say not. Does that make me a
clot? Are my impulses repulsives? Can
my plurals delve into your Urals? I will 
not contradict whatever you say. A comma
back there would do a lot of shirk. Commands
are statements of fear. And the words continue
to flower, and I am also bees. Why do people 
focus on the stingers? I like yellow, and flying,
and the sweet taste of turning a little pollen
into a lot of honey. A few words. I suspect
I have not used so many. And I hope to 
use more, to learn more. But if the pieces
I have started with are the ones I end with,
my cell will still disintegrate, freeing my
sentence to become infinite forward life
times. That's what endings are: they are
you're excused to be some other where for
the time remaining. Remaining cannot 
solve its own question if there is no 
remaining. All that remains; I think
you mean all those remains. Poems?
No. Thoughts discombobulated, wild,
transient.