Analysis of "amoral"

I sit in a sphere,
outside reality,
inside can't you release,
into my sphere's eye.

It's soft severe prey,
for the dastard bugle,
laid up humanities,
disequilibrium.

Walks cavalier stars,
floats tranquility guise,
spontaneous potion,
of stilted pilfer.

Of your heart daily,
sounds hollow sibilant,
quiet corollary overlay,
flounced true love waves on.