Outdoors we stumbled through ragged spaces

through castaway inaccessible lonely places

as if, just as if

Wales the museum had opened its doors

to reveal its Cambrian railway

stripped of purpose

a fallacy, a castaway fantasy

a graveyard of distance like

the thoughts of dead dogs

unleashed to our gaze.

A platform attended by bush and stump

fell for the rapacious...

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