The Man Seed
The penis
Throws its peapod, to the sun
Emancipates itself from the hierarchy with nowhere to go.
His environment is the present offer with no outline,
His roads bunched to a tie,
The tie himself,
He rises with the man to achieve—
Body needs,
Body cravings
Innocent as a newborn’s yell.
Beastlike, he twirls, reflects,
Devoted to his likeness,
Through nothing but substance—
Flavored, color white!
In his cave
His interment,
And his mound and this
He dies with lustrous carcasses.
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