Isotherms

I fell somewhere between the isotherms,
Cold, hot, and tepid, alternating fast,
Pulsing between the present and the past,
Pretending to be pals with pachyderms,
Fire, courage, carnage, carriage wheels, and worms,
Reflecting how the first became the last,
The swift became the slow, and the half-assed
Became the mascot of six legal firms.

It's all symbolic, a sad metaphor
That represents demented similes
As disparate and desperate as fleas
In soapy water, as inapt as war
Among the poppets sitting on the floor,
As sure as Satan's heart in the deep freeze.