I’ve been high<\/p>\n
When a Chamois broke from mist
\nthick as choked bonfire smoke, one hoof
\nloosening a river of stone. And again, near
\nLlanberris, spradeled like Spiderman
\non the angled slab, twisting a chock
\nfrom the crack. A flight above the Kent
\nas an air-cadet, a green blear under the wing.
\nTerrestrial dabbling with blow
\nand other stuff, but nothing to compare
\nwith level six of this inhospitable monolith,
\nwhere, at 4am, there are no furnishings
\nto soften or mute sounds of life
\nor death, the sense of altitude enhanced
\nby jammed on air-con. The twenty-something doctor
\npushes her hair behind her ear as she reviews
\na dug chart, while I marinade my teeth
\nin vending machine coke
\nand the monitors bleep and gong,
\nthe rows of wired hearts
\nflighty as budgies in a primary school aviary,
\nalarms alerting us to a change of pace, a stutter
\nor overlong pause, the unsteady pulse a backdrop
\nto our jokes, our intermittent chat. <\/p>\n
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