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cloud with a name like mine
for godsbother,
clockworks, a field guide to Australian clouds
there’s
time we keep in a stone
on a shelf
reminds me
and that’s where we’ve been
that’s who
we are
each a
little deity
here’s one
of a beach on Skye
here’s my
Arran pebble
there’s a
trail along the River Spey
there’s
time in the stream
glacial
erratics, dropstones
many
various
the sea
itself is time
all the
grim ages wash up
wash away
make our
own misery too
time’s to
the fire
so ash
all these
gods
fanatic with
the telling, stumm
the
wristleech, humanity’s crime
screen
time, family time, time inside
time
beside
and here’s
my clock of cloud
a self
I do my
own eternity
it’s in
the key of me
I’m
reminded
by the Iceland
stone
fresh,
volcanic
rinsed in,
even so
far afoot
shaped with
great paws come round
with a
beard of weed
trident
flung
a face in
the cloud in the stone
a sky in
the eye
all of
this as real as mind
as time
as world’s
turning
you’ll
have to imagine angels
they’re
not really there
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