A final place in lust
the final, crucial place for the
god damn lust.
- and kissing seas along grey rocks,
waves of perception as perception waves
and here, for all the mighty ones
and for all the pleased ones
fishermen stroll, away from labour
far from divinity – far from the age.
As for the age – the gold ancient age,
they seem not to be willing
but for the future times in lust.
As in lust they're covered.