fade in
to mountain
and car journey
and Catatonia songs
away from summer heat
to the drizzle of a Welsh past
lately I have become too prolific
Sigur Ros took me atop Cader Idris
and dressed me in the rain and mist
I was in wellingtons and plastic anorak
I was in ecstasy and hypothermia
karen is coming into the kitchen
she will ask me how I feel
she is a wonderful creature
she don't know I sit atop Cader
dressed in rain and mist
when she was in Boston
studiously employed
as a sycophant
for T. S. Elliot
"I'm fine"
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