ALL FLESH IS DUST

If but the mind

would be strong

and pure and

the flesh weak,

but the flesh

is as it is, and

the mind is weak

and horny,

and the swan

comes to Leda,

and the bull

comes to Europa,

and the golden

rain falls into

Danaë's tower,

and the eagle

carries away

Ganymede, and

in the crimson dusk

all flesh is dust.

14.12.2023

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