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CAMBRIAN RAILWAY
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...
Thursday 30th June 2016 2:46 pm
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