Following Doctor's orders, I swear

I wrote this poem at Ad Astra using fridge magnets given to me on a plate. I used no blanks. It looked cooler on the metal plate. 

busy human bodies fission
   scientific angels harnessing chemical language  
Dame Patrick crafting a deal
     S He Can't be it 
and subject to painting an osmosis lifeform picture
 Design the dress coat from hydrogen 
   armies of psychedelic relativity 
Robust Gothic virus draping the symbol of one thousand fat replica statues 
Physics create a weak quantum mess
        trudge me out the every night