The insensitive malignancy

the insensitive malignancy

of speed for what its worth

driving on the nice new roads

really for all we are worth

they  have cut swards  through the countryside

such antipathy

positive for some motorists

but not for you and me

for us the great unlikeness

the multifarious view

cut down in the prime of life

our seeing eyes askew

we have nothing in common

mimetic in a way

and i was taken off my feet

and left to pass away

a great chortling engine

a sort of prototype

it hit me at an angle

gave me such  a swipe

they drove off

Simply not perturbed

then someone drove by

they stopped,  they came to look at me

as on the kerbside I did lie

She was a raven  haired lassie

with a heart of burnished gold

she sang a softish ditty

something i to behold

Just as i was  dying

it was  “Scarbough Fair”

so beautiful so peaceful

as i was lying there

A reciprocation such equality

mystical and magical

i felt inside of me

a loving’  a real gesture

a beautiful embrace

i clocked her so much charm and soul

and such a  pretty face

She looked down on me

a transcendance a real supremacy

she ignited a flame

within my spirit

which at once lsprang free

what was a great enlightening

a predominance galore

I woke up to her beauty

alive again for sure.