We are all made of stars
hippy sentiments, truth
glittering sparks of
creativity and life
light up the world
burn brighter than
though never quite
the sun
we are all made of stars
space dust, atmospheric
atomic sized particles
melded together by
the crushing of bodies
together
more than nine months
cosmic gestational
embryonic nebulae
when our formation
is hidden in plain sight
we are all made of stars
but
we are also made of blood
sinew, muscles, bones
with varying densities
we are also made of shit
pus, urine, periodic
menstrual blood
water, lots of clear
water, unless it's
past
the winding tracts
of intestines
and uterus
drink water
for clear piss
eat better
for less
putrid
shit
because being human is messy
emotionally, politically
societally, personally
bodily
we are made of everything
disgusting and unsanitary
made all the more beautiful
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Our creation is in the dirt
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The blood rushing passion
of love and lust and sex
and the pretty pretty gore
of intimacy
we live, breathe, eat, drink
fuck, shit, piss, cum, bleed
beautiful beasts, always
in repose, always
in decline.
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Paul Stewart
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