The Exodus Of Clemence

...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 .....

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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.

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

 

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