polly gone.

After the longer weekend, the betting sound at the old Dannie radio controlled dock. Time is set by a time machine in Braunschweig, a time signal generated by an atomic dock. It will lose a few seconds in many lifetimes.

Turn the machine off, and go to the bathroom to take a shower. It is cold, but the water turns warm.

And after the teeth have been brushed, return to the bedroom to put on the day's clothing.

The cat is there happily purring and chewing at the cables connecting the bedside devices to the mains. The cat chews happily, the perverse animal, it has already chewed up an apple-cable belonging to the notebook computer to such an extent that it no longer worked and needed repair. Hopefully she will never bite through a mains cable.

Pack all the bits and nieces into the black laptop bag, and go down the stairs. They are dirty, dusty. That is another job, some evening. Leave the house for the dark alley, the church lane. The man from the house opposite releases his bicycle into the street, a noisy clatter of doors and rattle of bicycle frame in this early morning.

There is a delivery truck in front of the discount bakery, and  a smell of flour and sugar in the damp street. The cobbles seem to be glistening more brightly than the lamps reflected on their surfaces. This seems impossible - and a measurement would be necessary to show this- If it were important.

Dolores at the bus stop Teacherman too. Good morning all, the bus arrives, a short drive past the brightly-lit petrol station to the dimly -lit railway station. 'The smoker is there, wearing a cap, seeming to have no pigtail any more. But a look back to check confirms that-the little pigtail is still there.

- The girl with the protuberant eyes is at work in the cafe, order a pretzel '-a Brezn', to go with the coffee. In the cafe the television set is showing "pictures of galaxies, films of the movement through the stars. All in a high speed motion, like the 'view from an impossible starship.

Think of last nights shock, the eternal cocoon has ceased to exist, an allegory showing that all things will come to their end. The poems there reminded of youth, and that youth has gone.

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