Somewhere beyond complacent lock gates a leaf detaches
From its tree, and ceases to be a consumer.
There is no sacrifice involved, only progress.
Stubbing's glossed curve awaits the kiss gentle enough
Not to cause a ripple. Soon decomposition and enrichment.
So will today's water become next year's summer wine.
So will we advance by being still.
About Me
- Richard Alexandar
- As you can see, I look remarkably like the late Jon Pertwee playing Dr Who. Unlike the great Doctor, I am not a Time Lord. Just a bloke in a cloak. For a joke. OK? My all-time favourite rock album is THE WHO BY NUMBERS, by The Who. Quite a coincidence, really. I am one of the fifty million counted by W.H.O., listed in their alphabet, the same one used by Shelley, Sheila's Wheels, and Shakespeare, in shanties and the shouts of rock fans in arenas, translated into I don't know how many languages, to be read by you, dear reader, whoever you may be.
