As meditating on Aphrodite's behind [              ]
is taboo,    poets instead contemplate |
       the moon seeing in it the perfect
proportions of the divine rear's glow
in the sky high &  spread wide too, letting
men of science pass through the wormhole
& work their way up the sweaty ******* past

the rolling fog & turds buried in the
unseen passage of the mighty ***                 of
                                                 [            ]
the massive unseen goddess, she enjoys
cosmic ******               but wishes the rocket
were bigger to tickle her vaginal nerves
making the whole ring of universes sing;
her monster-*** sits on all our faces at once &
we know nothing of it but the odor of science