Apricots
© Daniel Richard Divine 2003 Reworked 2009
Original Taken from The Apples Of Heaven
At twelve midnight, when all is quiet and stationary
An old man aged one hundred and seventy two
Is looking at stars through his high-powered telescope
He Sits alone in his observatory, free from chaos and disorder
He’s there to govern the whole universe in which we live
And to procure and create the birth of new stars
The weather of planet Earth is one of his favourite hobbies
He pencils in a new and vibrant Spring and Summer
The pickle of Autumn and Winter can be a challenge
He owns a thousand clocks, some are digital and some mechanical
His favourite is a grandfather-clock, he has cuckoo too..
Sometimes he likes sailing on the blue of planet Newton
With his cat and mouse to keep him amused
Time-travel is of great importance for him and other such exotica
He is convinced that the arrow of time will flip one day
A time-machine is in construction sits in his workshop
His writings are controversial, before time
His book entitled The Clock That Went Backwards was a bestseller
He lives alone in his observatory and is happy in life
Balancing the books, correcting any minor mistakes
He cannot control a typhoon, or an assortment of earthquakes
There is work to be done, its his greatest love
There’s never a shortage of resources, asteroids to mine
It’s a material universe, with acres of liquid and matter
In his pocket, is a mixture of jaw-breaking atoms and comet bars
His greatest works include his theory on wormhole technology
His writings were ground-breaking and The Guild honoured him
The curtains and cascades of the aurora are an eye-dream
It’s a mixture of solar wind and gases of the Earth’s atmosphere
Its trial and error as the appropriate mixture is unknown to him
The universe holds onto billions of wondrous stars
There’s lots of overtime, its paid for with joy and wonder
An atom machine sits there in order in the corner
It’s a mechanical piece with no fashionable electronics to fuse
It slices atoms at the twist and turn of a simple switch
Its an ancient old piece of equipment that was built to last
Time is crucial, but it can be stretched by motion
Its alignment and timing that cause this universe to balance
One millionth of a second to late and its chaos and disorder
And one simple mistake and then it’s a worldwide disaster
It cannot be concealed or fixed with one simple plaster
He opens a glass jar, with a few simple twists
Inside the jar there are thousands of glazed apricots
Each one is equal in size and there is no best-before date
He takes one and throws it out into the universe