Sickness, and dysfunction

I felt you
Wrap yourself around sickness
A sickness better than any dysfunction I could offer you.
It was, of course, a trick of the light,
An empty, degraded vision in my mind.
But, free as you are, and bound as I am,
All is possible.

Funny, really, how satisfaction is to man,
As brain is to a donkey.

I told myself, "pull yourself together,
It's all good.
It's all fan-tas-tic."

Fan-tas-tic.
Fantas-tick-tock-tick.

Is it?