The loneliness of infinity

In the quiet of the early morning the cliffs of Filey Brigg
send out a twelve mile welcome. For the time being
that must be ignored in favour of the winding path
ahead climbing over the deeply buried remains of
The Holbeck Hall Hotel. A fine Hotel could hardly have
had a finer resting place if that was to be its grave.
The lines into infinity we see here seem to pay their
own silent respect.