Waste is Unchaste

Waste does not want.
Not for nothing.
Detritus describes extra adjectives
a junkyard of nouns and urges.

Action at a distance proves
metabolisms are an infinite game.
Digest, divest, regress, and then
eat a little sun to synthesize
another several pictures
of faces and moons.

The beautiful language
is actually indefinite:
a pretty little lark
twittering garbage
into the earspace
to protest its lack
of time.