II: Daguerrotype

When I was young, oh, I loved sex.
I walked the streets swollen with passion
and I could find those
who would give me satisfaction.
My body had some beauty
when I was young.
But now that's done.

I walk to work struggling against time
and all my passion's in my mind.

Oh heart you are nested in darkness somewhere
for I can feel warm liquid pulses beating there.

Not you not you but the young
shall inherit the earth.
Their unregarding will engender
giant passions and monstrous dreams
that bear forth is and seems
into a devouring, beautiful, one must be.

Yield, yield and play your part
and make, old son of time,
an understanding heart.