In the hands of science ---. the complete appliance.. We're moved to motor.. Do you fly a Spitfire?. Do you slide on a tea-tray?. Or walk on a short trip (Sundays)..
The middle lane has trapped my car. in red-light claustrophobia.. I slip the shackles, cut the rope ---. stand naked with a telescope. as the cat walks alone.
Sailing round the true-blue sphere---. is it too late to bale out of here?. Well, there has to be some better way. to turn back the night,. spin on to yesterday..