Excreta

Silvery night
awestuck moon

gets out and coils
catharsis of being

darkness inside
gasses and molasses

here it comes, there it goes
rising of solar plexes
oblivian of pleasure, pain

perfumed with grace and talcummed
perfect symmetry of being
a chamber, a machine; it's by-product

it seeps into the ground
turning around
character and form
grain
juicy fruits
eating; getting in
shitting; getting out

silvery night
awestuck moon