I had this vivid dream,
You won’t guess what I have seen,
Our universe,
A giant eating and pooping machine,
Everything, but everything, was eating something else,
One star another, with all the whistles and the bells,
Then something else I didn’t know,
Into other forms all gels,
And in that richness of new soil, old seeds of different kind,
Food that nourished, they would find,
And there they reproduced,
If so, they were inclined,
In different and a million ways, in different forms and needs,
With different forms and seeds,
All flourished in that change,
Of different sorts and creed’s,
Ingestion and digestion, kept everything alive,
That seems to be the inner gear, the drive,
All gets swallowed up and pooped,
In all that poop we thrive.
©Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler
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A giant eating and pooping machine
I think you are absolutely right, Sir. I already told Georg that birds poopin on you are Good Luck! And if I could sell dog and cat poop, I'd surely be a millionaire!
Georg