transforms the fibres,
each twisted stalk
of polysaccharides
into fragrant matter.
Bubbly dioxide and
until, when the night is still
at the height of activity
of molecular generation
it creates its very own proclivity
for rapidly building,
highly explosive pressure,
which then,
by the grace of God
is released,
and felt,
rather than seen,
as a purple cloud
of gas.
Which, once smelled,
has left its confines,
the mammal’s ass.

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