Roy Harper Bad Speech
I was not put here - (by anyone)
By anyone in fear
I came alone as me
Just an idea
In a long chain
Of discovery
Surrounded by the same -
You
Sometimes your tide
Pulls me out to sea
And I die
In a trashing curse
Sometimes we are kind
More often I doze
- So far up the beach
That those who try to reach
Are burnt alive
In the searing heat
Of the desert
Of my dispassion
So far removed
I never hear the water
'Cept once or twice a month
When I see a mirror
And I refuse to believe
In some of the things
That are said to be here
Let alone those
That are not
I'm trying to change
My direction
Ours is pathetic
In my own humble estimation
I love the planet
The great bening she-wolf
Benefactor
Spinning gently on
Towards the red giant
Four aeons hence
When all the rose gardens
Are consumed in the flash-fire
Of flying time
She'll leave alone too
