Skiddaw, April.

Interfaced pyramids sprinkled heavy with breadcrumb scree. Look down and the earth is slow. I and I. De Botton said wherever you go; you always take yourself with you. This ok as I forgive you. Stop running. Halfway descending I find the buzzard on a level playing field. Below my nose he scythes through oxygen. A birds eye view of a birds eye view. But I can’t live here I can only come here, and so we march on, myself and I.
Like tadpoles
Riding the great ridge
of a whales back
before it shrugs us off
and we carry on living
further down.
In others words,
yes, it’s a great photo
you took
while I was pissing
behind a rock.