MOURNING CLOUD-part One

The cloud above is mourning,who will console her?What counterpoise?what countermeasure,rather for a countermarch,of an animal of the cosmos,standing berserk,like a lion counchant?The cloud is mourning who will give her breast,with which nature enroute the sky,is breastfed,even beyond her council chamber?The cloud is mourning,for being adrift and barren,who will impregnate her?No lords of dickesian plow and cimmerian darkness ever fathom her boon and so the ferment mourns;for her good samaritan,is far awayor at a stonethrow distance.Who is then is worthy to place her and open the floodgate of her grandiose treasure? O Kismet Thou art worthy to loose its seal and solely reserved the unspeakable honour to do this imponderables.What will you give her that like a child she might breastfeed from her mother's breast?"Oh I remember nothing but sea current,recycled and repackaged above.Plead thee,my pedagogue,what is that?I dare not say it but ponder!ponder! please what is it?""Oh I Can remember,rains,rains,distant