with all its non-sense ringing in the ears of today and yesterday, with all the memories adding up to nothing Seeds are still collected, re-sown by hopeful hands while the clock swings around and around on its pedestal a shoot will rise from the earth, the one miracle, shared the whole world over, a marvel in the eyes of the sower almost like a baby made while no-one was watching and loved to a degree that adds up to ******, so tread warily