The Exodus Of Clemence (The Rectory) & (The Campsite)
The Exodus of Clemence (The Rectory)
The rectory will keep you safe.
Go to it.
O Clemence. They do not even give a sound.
An alert.
A sound of the station which I am to sit in to become accustomed to the details of engagement.
Am I to assume?
Here. That they love me?
What is studied in animal husbandry?
It is great it is vast it is like the sun oven.
It has needs.
The impression is as long as they need
They keep one in fear.
12:81
Upon reaching the rectory.
I found that my fears were un-made.
I am begging for signs.
A sent sign.
O Clemence. I am facing the wrong direction.
Engulfed.
I do my actions alone.
I am more careful.
Here. Now.
I am hard to befriend.
When the big enfant broke its bed. I rose.
And put bullets into its head.
A beast. In her sin garden
Sinking into the neverworld to be burned.
(“That You [Jesus Christ] may say to the prisoners, ‘Go forth,’
To those who are in darkness,
‘Show yourselves. . . .’
For He who has mercy on
them will lead them,
Even by the springs of water
He will guide them. . . .
Surely these shall come from afar;
Look! Those from the north
and the west,
And these from the land of Sinim.” (Isaiah 49: 9, 10, 12).)
There shall be love to cup you when you have been taken from skin and hair and bone.
And I
Will guide you with a black candle in my spiritual heart.
One woman must live in force
One woman must live in freedom.
For the world to seem them.
Ehyeh Asher.
Amen.
4:11
In the emerald dragon
The Middle Kingdom.
Is pursued.
If you are flesh you will come to be so.
The soul
Will topple its deprivation.
The new
5000 year old dream.
Treat you
As
You treat
The world and its compassion.
The Great War of the Supernatural
Will
Turn the bricks of the Great Wall
Into
Loaves of Bread.
Up high
The clouds
Will burst war. You are in our spokes now.
Dream in Mayan.
The silkworms are dying in their own fires.
Begin this.
While they sin and reep sin's bliss.
5:26
O Clemence. Now.
I am on the journey.
And I have felt the sadness of strangers making their way to feed themselves.
3 gold pieces and his eyes' turned back to blue.
I have run after strangers to offer them money.
People are very hungry on their own passage.
O Clemence. Man makes man into slave.
Should I due man?
"You should, child, you should."
"I shall use the black salts to break the Laws of Master".
"You will have to use many things. But do so."
"To hear your voice accompanying me in this wilderness is as the green moon is shinning on my back."
O Clemence. I am scared. I am without parentage.
I fear the dead will abandoned me."
"I will not let that happen. Taste the blue salt of Brittany
In the vial. And continue on."
O Clemence. I die as I try.
Send me a piece of your heart and let the travel bird drop it into my mouth.
I will not stop.
I am alone.
"You are not."
87:8
O Clemence. You are crying. You are crying.
But with the people you act overtaken by them.
But. The Truth.
I make you weep.
Weep. Weep. Everyone.
I have had a steep life.
39:51
The Wandering
O Clemence.
I am following the wandering river.
Together
With a dog named Scott.
I meet gathered people
Half hiding.
Afraid of being beaten.
Afraid of being blind.
All might.
Afraid of being taken.
I wandered with a heated head.
And became quite hostile.
When the fever fled.
And the body adjusted
I walked
And saw no one I would know.
If things have slowed
Then what we hide will show
We are alone and unattended.
And nothing we do
Nor Pretend
Is Pretendable.
Pretend everything.
It is easier to die that way.
O Clemence. Gather.
Gather.
I said
Gather.
The unattended.
They wait.
They shall be found at the end of the flood line
Where the unmistakable height marks
Grew on scalded wallpaper.
And the tangent
Forever bobbing skulls
Of the forsaken bloated.
Bodies of our suffering.
In the grey of the streets in the abusive power.
If we do not suffer our sorrows
Else will.
Until it is us.
Alone. Parentless.
In
The Blood Eye of the Slaughtered.
O Clemence.
The reaction is always vulgar.
O Clemence.
The waiting are turning. They are turning.
It is all that I know.
We will win.
And so I wandered at measurements
So many went below the seas' surface and never returned.
Heights and Depths.
One that wanders
Must never connect.
Make a name and unremain.
O Clemence.
God first appeared in the X-Rays
Of the Cypress Trees.
Allow me this I can lead out of
This.
In the sound there is a moment.
It is bodies' Bay
And on drift wood the name of everyone.
The Wanderers.
Are barefoot
With faces the colour of tar.
Footed
In the morgues of our Perfections.
Where it happens.
Simply
Depends
On
Who has rivers.
10:10
It is a Sin.
It is her Sin.
On the
Psychic Wall.
Where mark
Is not alphabet
But
Claw.
Origins.
Showing themselves.
Beginning to revolt
I know that each of mine enemies I shall place the lips of their mouths
To the muzzle of the gun I carry
And
I shall
Let their lives fall to the ground like a child in the summer sun winless over an ice cream cone.
I am headed to the wilderness
With murder on my mind.
I have died
So wide alive.
O Clemence. I do not know this journey.
The refuse of human rivalry.
6:7
The Campsite
O Clemence.
I am falling in love with these campsites.
Ground smells in my hair.
The river bird
Filled with river worms
Churns in low sky
Not status on screen.
The fish raising their heads above the water
Mouthing and Mouthing
Jealously.
(So all man is is projection?)
The fall of the branches during night and night winds.
Into the willow clutches.
Melodic. Long in the raisin colour
Of
My horrific nights.
The reindeers'
Ghosts
And
Tramps
The faces. Gone.
Tucked into eternal wood.
I have fallen in love.
Suddenly.
On my way to the days of Peace.
Quietly spoken
In the Religion Mountains.
O Clemence.
I saw my father. He had a red
Cloth on.
He walked in the City.
I was passing on the blue horse.
My father was stunning.
Under the Sun.
A heretic toiled passed.
The chaotic fall.
The broken foot.
Monastic money is for the beautiful.
The rest of us live our lives in oil stains.
O Clemence. What is the cost of their losses?
"We shall find out."
And he said,
"HMV. Aisle 2."
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