Hope is faster than light,
its speed beyond measure.
It’s alive, today, but what about
tomorrow? Easy come, easy…

The technician who curates this capsule
in her cameo as the ground station
engineer, asks if country music
would be ok to play over the headphones,

If you call, you’ll get my machine.
If I’m not in the bath soaking aches,
matching wits with a wily crossword compiler
or on the loo revising wasted days