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CLOUDWATCHER ( for David Olaf Carney ) A cloud gets the **** Becomes a camel. Another **** sees it transform into a dromedary. Now a kidney! Then as on a whim becomes a Picasso or some such thing. Sometime there's shape and sense. Sometimes none. We make up names for the one's with none. Here for instance stolen from an old religious tract THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING. And here, from the same "...the cloud of forgetting." This one we dub in Ancient Egyptian "HPRR!" "rising from....coming into being itself.: And this one" "HPR!" "...to become...to change." And while our minds run on the Egyptian thing why here is Nepthys Goddess of the Death that is not Eternal. Here Horus Lord of things to come. This here cloud we give the moniker THE AGENBITE OF INWIT before it becomes an Inuit. Now an anvil and a hammer in a Black Country summer "Gie-in’ sum ‘ommer!" we command it commanding the skies. Now here again a nothing. Clouds bring forth not the gentle rain that falleth from Heaven but...thought whatever the mind imagine. And here why here is a cloud that is just a cloud.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
CLOUDWATCHER( for David Olaf Carney )
CLOUDWATCHER ( for David Olaf Carney ) A cloud gets the **** Becomes a camel. Another **** sees it transform into a dromedary. Now a kidney! Then as on a whim becomes a Picasso or some such thing. Sometime there's shape and sense. Sometimes none. We make up names for the one's with none. Here for instance stolen from an old religious tract THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING. And here, from the same "...the cloud of forgetting." This one we dub in Ancient Egyptian "HPRR!" "rising from....coming into being itself.: And this one" "HPR!" "...to become...to change." And while our minds run on the Egyptian thing why here is Nepthys Goddess of the Death that is not Eternal. Here Horus Lord of things to come. This here cloud we give the moniker THE AGENBITE OF INWIT before it becomes an Inuit. Now an anvil and a hammer in a Black Country summer "Gie-in’ sum ‘ommer!" we command it commanding the skies. Now here again a nothing. Clouds bring forth not the gentle rain that falleth from Heaven but...thought whatever the mind imagine. And here why here is a cloud that is just a cloud.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
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