Am I backwards?

I exist in isostasy
Delineations of you, my monism,
My molten crust.
I love in spite of you
To spite you
Bite and just fight through
These delusions of dualism -
Things, aren¡¯t, what, they, seem
She snorts
The problem is with the seeming
Not the whatting I retort;
Life is endless and art is -
damn short.