Wanted man

Form in the drizzle drops, wet, earthy raceway,
monotonous of lights beams, wipers all night,
challenging me, a gray form, a marginal sway,
Race in this forest route, danger rules on sight.

Distant of cloudy forms, enlisted race odd,
a rainy cause, this relentlessness not to deny,
of odds I'm pursuing you, on this earthen road,
racer offspring, I see my life's odds to drive by.

My kind of gray, this asphalts' water border,
margin transforms, I control gearbox shifts,
a mercenary! - Limits of schedule times warder,
an undefined hunting of odds, my revs are swift.

Of even more away you go, a form undefined,
along my motors roaring, relentless, even rhythm,
special routes counting up, motive power's untied,
in heart I encroached of this, unsafe rules hymn.

Wanted man of northerly turbine's eerie music,
strung by myself, following my extended speed,
I wished you never visited this fatalistic choice,
This route will never feel, of anyone to forgive.

Wanted man of myself, of seconds, of opponents,
A struggle, of scope marginal, a clench on steer,
your speech of guidance, well defined words,
from datum, to the race end, no dismay or fear.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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