I humped all of life one morning

I humped all of life one morning,
as I lay by my excellent goat
whose radiant beams where as emerald grass
and whose twinkling eye
was the dew Eden's oceans bore to surface
which shown like waves into my silly mammal face.
I, scraggy homo-occultist,
was humbled by the morning goat
and her twilight stare
beyond the setting suns of my carnivore sins;
seamless was she,
goat and God Capricorn,
whose orgasm cries
could set the world asleep forever
as does gravity sing of silence
with circles that trace creation.