LAST  NIGHT  I  VISITED  A CHURCH 

ONE  SPOT WHICH   COULD RIGHTLY,  ALSO BE  NAMED,

AS  HOSPITAL OF THE AGE.

QUIET  ROYAL ,QUIET FREE, IN A SEDATE HAMPSTEAD SUBURBIA.

I SAW BIOLOGY,  I MET SCIENCE, THEN  I SAW MACHINES & MATERIALS

ABOVE ALL  PEOPLE!

Ai APPENDING PERCHANCE.

INSIDE THE TWENTY FOOT INTENSIVE CARE UNIT

THAT I NAMED MY STUDIO,

SURROUNDED BY DEDICATED MEN & WOMEM, BRAVELY INTENT

TO SAVE MY LIVE , SO TO EXTEND MY AGE.

WHILE I LAID PRONE POSITIONED ,

I SAW THESE SQUARE SCILINGS

I SAW  LIGHT SENSSORS, FLICKING EVERY TWO SECONDS, RED,AMBER, & GREEN COLOURS LIKE TRAFFIC  LIGHTS,  NOT YET AFFECTED BY TARRIFS .

ON MY LEFT TOO,  FROM WHERE  I ,LAID, WERE CONUCOPIAD  SCREENS .

UPON THEM   I COULD READ MY FULL LIVE  IN NANO.

ON  MY RIGHT HAND WAS,

A MINI OFFICE; THANK GOOD NESS THERE WAS A  CHAIR COMFORTABLE ENOUGTH FOR MY CARERER TO SIT,

& LISTEN TO MY  STORY, RECORD  THEM ,  AND  TO TELL THE WORLD  ONLY WHAT SHE SAW.

BEHIND  THUS WAS A KITCHENETTE WITH A PLETHORA OF GADGETS UPON A GREEN BASE  TO SERVE HYGIENE.

THEN  I  BEGAN TO SEE, HOMESTEAD. I LIVED TO GIVE PRAISE TO THE NHS.

MYSELF  THE INDIVIDUAL, FACE TO FACE WITHIN THE COLLECTIVE  CONGOMERATE .

LOOK LOOK LOOK AGAIN.

WHO SAID  THE INDIVIDUAL DON’T  FIT ALWAYS THE COLLECTIVE .

LET SOME ONE GO INSTEAD TO

HAMPSTEAD. TO  APRAISE THE ROYAL  FREE IN HAMPSTEAD.

BEFORE MESSING ABOUT  WITH   THE  AGED     ONLY FRACTURED FRAME OF THE NHS .

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