Cheddar Gorge
I walked up the road from Anne’s hotel,
climbing onto limestone heights,
kaleidoscope inside my head.
I can’t … I can’t … it’s impossible …
I thought the cliffs an awesome sight,
below the bushes dropping steep,
suffused in eerie golden light.
I can’t … I can’t … it’s impossible …
My gaze swept over the rocky deep,
the little town, a boundless plain.
My only friends were grazing sheep.
I can’t … I can’t … it’s impossible …
I smiled at them, enjoyed the scene:
a yellow glow lay on the abyss
and a light mist of clomipramine.
I can’t … I can’t … it’s impossible …
Longing to rise above all this,
I scaled the tower of dizziness.
