Plumes of asphyxiating fumes, Artistic vision within the sky. Looking back upon the carnage, The wreckage faded out of mind. Strolling through woodland, The embankment of the A14, Casting glances down vistas And walking into a dream. Chancing upon stone walls Where monastery doors opened Within, to greet, to me. Time rippled as I fell in. Levitating like acquinas at the alter And heeding advice from a wooden cross, Gladly inspired to evoke natural law From the Lords soothing eternal words. Falling to one knee then released Into the woods by the A14, To return to human failings, To forget about everything I had been.