seven on Sunday, move.
peace in the house, absolutely quiet.
Apart from the ticking of clocks, they keep time moving.
And the sound of bells outside, driven by bigger clocks.
A quiet no no time a time of low concentration, fuzzy vision.
A time for an individual rate of progress.
The computer is blurred, with no glasses on it is becoming hard to read the type on those high resolution screeens.
The next thing will be a magnifier for laptops.
Technological doziness.
All is lit in an even grey from a cloudy Sunday sky
Alone in the untidy sitting room, all the surfaces covered with books and baubles.
and now see what has happened in the world
eight bells from Saint Martin's church
peace in the house, absolutely quiet.
Apart from the ticking of clocks, they keep time moving.
And the sound of bells outside, driven by bigger clocks.
A quiet no no time a time of low concentration, fuzzy vision.
A time for an individual rate of progress.
The computer is blurred, with no glasses on it is becoming hard to read the type on those high resolution screeens.
The next thing will be a magnifier for laptops.
Technological doziness.
All is lit in an even grey from a cloudy Sunday sky
Alone in the untidy sitting room, all the surfaces covered with books and baubles.
and now see what has happened in the world
eight bells from Saint Martin's church
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