Love is where it falls and then it falls away, they sayBut this view is sentimental:I think you'll find, in both directionsThat the gradient’s more gentle:Love grows by increments - one day that revelatory kissThen she's who you spend your nights with -Who you mix your essences with and who you will be the one..You have the fights withAnd the ways of the world are strange - the steeple-bells they chimeSaying: ‘history don't repeat itsеlf; it rhymes.’Slowly it comes at first, then all at thе one timeLike the last tree that keeps its leaves on through novemberBut after the violence of storm has blown the branches bare the winter won't rememberIt's surprising how much can change and yet (for now) appear the sameThen one spasm and convulsion: after that you'll never see that world againAnd the ways of the world are cruel and beautiful sometimesIt seems to be a common paradigm:Slowly it comes at first, then all at the one timeUbu Roi and Mu'ammar: with all their sadopopular ambitions(characterised by many liesBeyond the normal scope of even politicians)Dismantled one by one the democratic institutions of their nationsThen the knocks at midnight came and the executions, pogroms and deportationsAnd everyone ignored the signs:The gradual crescendo of their crimesSlowly it comes at first, then all at the one timeThis is an anthem to all the gods and goddesses of growth and demolitionI see it all with my thumb in my mouth from a foetal positionTo break down all the work of years you'd think would take some doingBut after a while I think you'll find there will be a few things that have been… …brewingAnd one by one the small catastrophes align:The fails, the falls, the ultimate declineSlowly it comes at first then all at the one timeSlowly it comes at first then all at the one time
