The Age of the Gods
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The age of gods remains the same, a still
Forever. As they were, they ever are,
And ever will be, in a changeless, chill,
Transparent medium. Their days float far
From death and degradation. Just one truth
Lies lovely in long nights as full of light
As brightest human days. Gods lounge in youth
And pride of life. They manage instant flight
To anywhere they will—and then away
Again. Unending their orgasmic bliss
Goes pulsing. Zeus has never ending play
With gorgeous girls, a boy whom he can kiss
With wine-stained lips and probe with searching tongue,
And ravish as a swan joltingly young.
~ Phillip Whidden