Temple of Anus

did you know
that the
self effulgent light
of God it self
is anus shaped

as above so below

the inner revelation
asshole above...light woven
ass hole below ...flesh woven

does this not infer
a magical operation
perhaps a hermetic
ritual of adoration
perhaps a puga
to the anus
with ornate
kaleidoscopic mandalas
replete with wrinkles
and folds
emerald toilet bowls
silk ass wipe
with full color florals
to be ingratiated
by anus art prints
and to be fussed over
and judged
by certified asshole
clergy

then to cleanse
with fragrant ointments
that it may remain
unsullied by its
birthing labors
voluptuous
smoldering
fecundations
for purities sake
as god remains
free of limitation
it too
must remain
free of its forgetful
tarnished children
 

i build  temple of anus
high above the people
the little shits

do they
even know
where they come from
how they may
devote themselves
to the grandeur
of the solar anus
and its bestowals
of clumpy torpedoes

the catechism
of the  solar anus

to know
to adore
to prostrate

to proselytize
the glory of anus
to the
for corners
of the earth

to be faithful
unto it
to be obedient
and present
your asshole
for ritual manicures
by the true initiates
the fussy
asshole faeries  

those who have
the secret knowledge
and remain true
to the lore
and precepts
set forth
of divine correspondences
to fully appreciate
its Eminence
its glory
and have no
God before it
that mercy
will follow them
all the days
of there lives

This poem is about: 
Our world

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