...The Book of the Revelation, Chapter 12, presents a great vision of the nation of Israel portrayed as a woman. The vantage point is that of eternity.
A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth.
Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on his heads. His tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that he might devour her child the moment it was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who will rule all the nations with an iron scepter. And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne. The woman fled into the desert to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days.
And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon was hurled down--that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.
Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: "Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Christ. For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down. They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death. Therefore rejoice, you heavens and you who dwell in them! But woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has gone down to you! He is filled with fury, because he knows that his time is short."
When the dragon saw that he had been hurled to the earth, he pursued the woman who had given birth to the male child. The woman was given the two wings of a great eagle, so that she might fly to the place prepared for her in the desert, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach. Then from his mouth the serpent spewed water like a river, to overtake the woman and sweep her away with the torrent. But the earth helped the woman by opening its mouth and swallowing the river that the dragon had spewed .....
The Exodus of Clemence
And Clemence
Walked into
Eden.
Bulbed.
Beautiful as a child.
Under the identical birthage.
Saying to the brush of Clive
But she is our immortal child.
And I know she must be told to flee
Into the wilderness.
We all know this
And those among
God will tell her.
This is a child of our bath that we are speaking of.
Wake my horses for she must flee on them.
Our Wombs.
Our prostrates,
Cannot keep her safe.
Only God can be pregnant with her.
For in her
Carries his words.
And his very words are threatened.
Love.
1,260 words.
And Clemence, whom no one had elected.
But whom was chosen.
By
I.
Clemence woke and walked with her into the wilderness opening
And said this:
We shall watch from our boats, cliffs, rivers, perches,
With blood in our eyes, Chel, With blood in our eyes.
To have you leave will tear open the break wall of our beloved haboured.
Even the morning fishermen are readying for their dangerous deaths.
The God Ransack.
The foreboding clasped in Clemence’s hands.
Pearls are the officers of Chains.
Release all chained.
A prophet’s duty.
How shall I love anyone if I am sent into the wilderness?
Clemence spoke:
You are silly as a Girl. You are silly as a Woman.
You . You.
Already loved by more than two worlds.
You burned from the throats of the weary songsters.
They blistered
Their fingers writing your name into the wall of all man.
Be you still.
In this sad commotion.
Our mission is to get you to the place of God.
Where set aside.
On this our nouns will not work to title.
On this earth
You shall.
You shall.
Make us proud.
And
You shall.
You shall.
Be protected.
The ash.
The ash.
Where are the ashes from the sandalwood branch?
I do not know, Clemence.
I do not know how the pools of turquoise were filled with the earth of my destroyed pottery.
They will discover so much buried in 100 years.
Oh Clemence.
You have a strong jaw.
Let me cry in you lap.
Nonsense.
||:26
O Where is my neighbour? So late in the dark So early in the morning.
Shall he stand in the marketplace at the week's end
In love with another.
Daniel you have misspoken and mislead your followers.
O Where is my neighbour? Why did the light not suit me well enough
To appeal for him.
Clemence wanted to cry out in the navigation room.
No sea captain.
With the Aviator
Clemence invented Navigation
From the Shady Valley to the Moist Wilderness.
Clemence pulled the wood from the wood libraries.
With no sleep
Clemence made the Navigation Of God.
From arson and resin
A Navigator's Necklace was made.
Bundling
Sea Moss
Volcanic Water
Heart Pus
From the bereavement of men.
And their fallen tales.
Clemence packed the bags.
And
Dropped the acorns from the sea monsters into her hair as she slept.
God Detection.
Clemence worked at such a pace.
Calm's ovens
Would not be able to console.
But until that matter happens
Clemence said onto the glass of the steering room.
I will lead her to the place
God has set aside.
The dream of safety and protection for her.
We, her very people
Asked this for her.
We are the architects.
Illness ironed flesh
As she moaned and her sicknesses were grave.
We pulled the irises from their beds.
And made bandages over her ills.
And on the hem of her black skirt
The black ice of a landing gull.
To never is to be.
She has been disguised
As
Witch
As
Songstress.
As
Painter and Painting.
As
Gem
As
Landscape.
As
Hound.
As
Wave.
As
Fire.
As
Shooken Ground.
As
Towns
As
Fields.
As
One with many.
As
One with less.
As
Old
As
Ancient.
As
Young.
As
New.
As
Occult.
As
Clarity.
As
One.
As
Two.
As
Sighted.
As
Blind.
As
Held.
As
Released.
As (Clemence grabbed at the soil near the sea trees)
As
My sister.
As
Now
As
My Daughter.
Let my screams be held in.
As she will commence soon.
For I am Clemence.
I will do this.
ll:29.
You must make yourself
What they
Have to strive to become and will not become.
Though all angels.
You must take all your sufferings
And
Bundle them like firewood.
And
Remain.
Remain.
Clever thou is.
Clever thine hand that rules the life of hands
They must awe you.
You must allow them to.
Who else.
I was in the darkness.
In the crosswaters.
Not one of them was beside me.
I can now stand on their bellies
And beat them to death.
Your absence shows me your humanity.
Your courage.
Your bravery.
You fear.
You threshold.
I am not wrong to point out the absence of warriors.
You must make yourself
Untouchable.
So sweeping.
And God will make you a place in the wilderness.
You must request
The Pray of Man.
The Skill of Man.
The Hymn of Man.
Then.
You shall love
And
Be loved
By my beloved Clemence.
For Clemence rises and sleeps in France.
The eyes of lighthouse windows.
My beloved Clemence.
I will wait for you.
In your renaming.
For you are Eden
And I will share my gold with you.
Your lips will quiver on till I have been restored.
And
I am crazy of sight for you.
I eat soap from the virgins' bath.
To wear your stone.
To wear you stone.
Or all
Will atone.
11:13
Clemence shall read my verse
Under.
Strung dried apples of children.
Of Merchants.
Carrying vanilla sticks
For.
The Bettles in the Bettle Beds
I have created in.
An opaque Voodoo style
Of cigar boxes
From oversea sailors-
Being everyone's sister everyone's daughter-
Blood and Beetles.
Shall guard
Repulsively
My eternal
Soul. With.
Dirt, stray tobacco strands, and the fecal.
As Clemence knows.
Chestnuts
Is the colour
Of my soul's dew
In the Prince's Pockets.
Who wanted to leverage.
His Kingdom
At a moment's feeling for the poor the hungry the sorrowed the sick the bornbomb of tragic mishap.
Oh dear Clemence
When shall I get to.
Cry.
At the tomb of Florence.
Or shall my fate be distressing
My blues and My fears
Lost in the crinolines of a flushed circus dancers in the court.
Where the judges in this port have mercy.
Wearing blue stars up top their heads.
Weary of the fraught human debris that passes before them day to day
The guilt or innocence
Of Cafeteria Trays.
Oh Clemence. My dearest Clemence.
What have I become in such.
A hurry.
A ludicrous sensation
I have felt in the cloth of a amplifier.
That I shall spent my left days in.
Marriage.
Such to suggest.
To
The
Winter Swells
Of
Brittany.
And my diary words shall be the colour of the skies above Rennes.
Oh Clemence.
If I wonder that far I shall be an outstanding success.
Oh Clemence.
Tell what is so and
Soul.
I have never seen anyone
Wearing the tissues within their
Bodies
On their faces.
The pearl
Of
My homeland.
I clicked two angels free off the butterfly watches
And I wove
A bracelet of my dried age spots
For your wrist.
All that a rattle snake's
Jealous.
O Clemence will you knock on the disappeared garden shed of God.
With your mahogany
Hand.
The one that comes off with a twist of a screw.
And shall the elephant's ivory
Flea or Plead from the bezel
Nest
Of
Gold.
And whisper into
The Garden Ear
Of
The Parrish Priest.
To lure
Nature.
To break open geography's sexual position of mass and volume.
Oh Clemence
Break me open
To your love.
What is this my dear Clemence.
I taste travel in my mouth.
The Swallows' sperm of the voyage.
Plastic Planets.
We can love.
The Exodus has been hiding. In the tear duct of the flea.
12:20
A symbol. Of the changing bad.
It is entertainment. Is it?
O Clemence. What do they know, so far?
Did make myself the Queen of something?
I. So wanted the to find him in the ocean
Accompanying me to the marvelous buffalo ridge where it ends
From the vision I have here.
Waiting Waiting.
At Camp Erdman.
Waiting Waiting.
I sat and listened to their hideous stories.
And the way they flirted.
And I thought this will lead to him.
So be still and wait.
It lead me not there.
But I did have his symptoms.
I felt how he hurted
Alone. In the narrow hallway.
Of a Death in the Grand.
Horse shoe playing in space.
There is an orbit that I do ignore.
A dove a fawn a boot in the grass of Wilmette.
O Clemence. These ancient times.
More or less mouse traps or the mouse nests.
I am in deep grief and I am in deep joy.
Show me your hands.
May God
Spare you.
12:29
And Clemence. Your spirit.
Is not wasted.
Outside I look healthy.
Stout. Powerful.
The train traveling up
The pieces of mountain.
But inside I have been in the hard skies of Parkinson.
My mother my how she must have shook and hated me.
Clemence. I am the will that
Makes great leaders.
I am psychic.
Physically psychic.
His cuts were ancient.
And strong.
But my heart is a different
Organ story.
The steel men on the top
Can be abusive.
Coming alive in the resting swan snow
Of
Montreal.
O. Clemence. Be everything.
Be the dots in the last photo.
I gave my body up for the protection of the soul.
I will inherit what God has spoken of.
Do not lose me. Clemence.
At some point
God must help me.
The wars in purple.
Have been without you.
Around my neck I wear
Your mahogany hand.
Filled with termites.
No moth can stand.
Inheriting what is
The creature.
And
Its Voodoo.
Everything has been cursed.
And I cannot say why
And I cannot say why not.
A forest has trees
And at the centre of it
A man will breathe.
11:26
(My Job Is God.)
11:25
The plate he ate from.
The butter marks.
Everything is scent.
All men are equal but impaired.
God snaps at my critsm.
The religion of life is poignant.
The history of life is potent.
The living of life is fatal.
I cannot, will not, ever
Attempt to live your life.
All love is stricken by failure.
Pay attention.
The fault lines are
Metaphoric.
11:12
O Clemence.
There is evil.
It makes everything go wrong.
Good I have seen.
O Clemence.
Who takes care of the people we come to hate?
O Clemence.
Written into wet cement
Was the name
Sylvia.
By the bandstand.
I tried not to walk on the name.
Deserted long ago
By its author.
Dried to insignificance.
No one feels anything when seeing it, if they see it.
Time has sporadic operations.
The fading of softness.
The Lithium of Memory.
Churned in the mouth
Of an arrogant
Married Man.
O Clemence.
We are not to go there anymore.
You are young.
But you are the glow on my forehead.
How do you live?
Do you get annoyed by
People
Towns
Colours
Lack
Deceit
Vacancy.
What do you see that makes me behave this way?
Tell me.
You are new.
I will listen to you.
11:11
O Clemence.
No thorns in thee.
Come ly with me
In the acorn currents
Where the trenches
Open.
Like halved pineapples.
And I shall burn the Linen.
Into the glass
Where nots.
A sailor's lips.
Can tell the difference
From
Silk Poison
Or
Flax Poison.
O Clemence.
Tiny rivers ice attach
Postage string tied
Our veins
And we awaken
The out of season storms of our nations.
O Clemence. I am a Jew.
From Shanghai or the Seine.
I have salvaged
The inturned chandeliers
From a soot of suicides.
And dried
Them
Before the jeweler of Portugal.
In his backyard
Where summer rice
Is growing.
Because he yearned.
Before the ruby was smashed
In favour of the peridot.
And life
Has been So.
O Clemence.
Tie a bow and not a knot.
And protect
The bow
With
An autopsy's soul.
For the lamp may skip
Its illumination
As a moth
Might sing
The cadaver's songs.
Releases the God Owned Soul
From the corset
Of
Rib Cage Bone.
And the judges at the Hague.
May struggle home
In their rain drenched robes.
As
No
One
Deserves death
As
No
One
Can
Decide
That
For
Another.
But whored we do
Justice.
Justice. What is pure.
Not even the smell of new born is as pure.
What are we.
We are not death makers.
O Clemence.
They are begotten.
Coughing.
The lace from the nest
The Vulture's Lure.
But I have awaken somewhere
In the atoll.
Surrounded by the circular
Low Tides.
Where as children we used
The white coral
Like
Chalk.
To write the laws of the Supernatural.
On the spotted trees
I see you in
Delicate frock.
Wandering through
The wading suggestions
And
The mechanism
Of
Genius.
(What stories are written for.)
I shall tell you when the waves
Will break higher than
Us.
And.
All
Others.
I will teach you
How to recognize
The currents of winds
From where they end
To where they begin.
As the high pressure
From the East
Meets my legs
Of the high pressure
From the North.
And there is no explaining.
From where they come.
O Clemence.
With me the beginning and ending.
Of
All.
And we shall end time.
26:11
Task-master.
It is sad for my mother.
Covered in seashells
Opening and closing on her body for breath.
The dying pigeon is still following me.
For eight years.
From the west From my east.
My thoughts are without hope.
They are thoughts.
O Clemence. I break down when I think of the adversaries' deed towards me.
What is needed to slaughter me
Will be turned back.
O Clemence. Shield as shield
All evil from me.
Rear you head above.
Is not hard, the crowds are hostile.
Move around them
Is simple now.
You are the sun ball
Float
To me
And the sadness I have incurred.
Treating his life's scroll with spaces in the immortal.
Sepphora and Phua.
Cut the Lime.
The first male child was born.
There is a witch ball made of silver around my wrist
When I surf.
The father has become
A colour.
He waited and he longed.
And I flew from heaven like a bird
His hands reached far.
Further than anyone.
He did reach
Me.
O Clemence.
He is.
In my eternal skin.
He is my eternal friend.
O Clemence.
There is a smell of him or battle
At the top of a large wave closing out the beach.
When water is not
Wet or Dry.
I know the composer.
Holding
Latterns.
To the
Unimaginable.
There is no reason to discuss
This with the crowd.
Much too Much
Is made
Of everyone's
Existence.
11:24
Elijah was witness to you.
I was witness to Elijah.
He was quite handsome.
His eyes smoldered of the sea.
Elijah came to me years latter and asked
"Why did he die?"
I left the voodoo rooms with the wind in from the west
And grabbing Elijah's hand for lift to the lamps of the light house.
I said,
He was receptive.
The people of oxbow lake were not
For the treasure that could be made.
In 2009
The warriors were deny access to their own waters.
They were denied
The patrol even.
So
They cursed
Teahupo'o.
Teahupo'o.
1:28 11:11
O how sad for
Moses' sister.
Wandering the mud of the river banks for a lost brother.
Committed.
Unadorned.
For now Elijah was grown
And I was worn.
You may not be good enough for the graves of god.
Save.
Save each other.
Excerpt (Exodus of Clemence)
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