A petting zoo cannot stand for practice?

As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.

Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
What’s left is alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live on / off anyhow, all
along with clumsy, fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy altar figures.. worth conserving or not?
Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky

I understand as profuse clouds. Understand as in take in.
Huh? Is it the fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow

made indispensable for smearing a light force
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?