The Exodus of Clemence (The Transit of People Found In Wrong Places)

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O.Clemence.O.

Thee

 

Contusions and Fractures.

I

 

Was held by this rash of rushing

To put my people on the parchment

 

For once and for all.

The Books.

 

I came from the Deep Pacific.

The West is a Dress

 

In a poppy's field.

In the oatmeal sack

 

Thousands of Ladybugs in the hands of children's befundlement

To

 

The fireflies who sacrifice

To

 

The electronic scarab.

All is in heaven as in the greatest fist one thought of.

 

All is in the super box now.

Clemence.

 

Tell Mary.

All is in the super box now.

 

 

 

O. Clemence. O.

Am I a deformation?

 

Being this falling?

The channels.

 

Ice and The Climbing of It.

There are mountains of it here.

 

I held the cross to my swollen flesh

And

 

The witnesses arrived

As the birds

 

Dived

For the incoming storm.

 

My soul

Is grey

 

For

The

 

Background

Of

 

This immortal

Art.

 

Astripofdanieldonetwo

 

I shall marry in dishwater. But I shall marry before

The end of the year.

 

3:18

 

O.Clemence.O.

I am painting.

 

On this seajourney.

 

(The Kill) Part 4

 

O. Clemence.

My name is my I. Mind is not located in the hive called body.

 

And

I have been making chemical goodness out of nothing.

 

And found in the magic of the soft

Sent lettres.

 

From unanswerable senders.

Beings bent on response.

 

O. Clemence.

I did not have to hunt her.

 

She was mistaken.

And was catch

 

At the door

Of her dying plants.

 

All she can.

She cannot.

 

This is relatively

An easy things.

 

To kill.

When one falls off the fever planets.

 

O Clemence.

I am rising.

 

Above the production.

They turned their body of work

 

Into weapons.

Something against God and his people.

 

Who are God's people?

Who are God's people?

 

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Please do not prolong your presence.

It has an affect. An effect.

 

I went to underworlds to ask

For the Forgiver.

 

And I was told.

That this is something we wait for.

 

I went to the stars in the juice pitcher.

Laying on the linen strawberry

 

Table cloth.

Talk talk talk talk under the branches

 

With no leaf.

In the light of France.

 

When

Chill flees.

 

And Clemence must walk in bog and trench tending to the bees and owls.

Abandonment makes men lustful.

 

Anyoldeng

 

After I fell

Everything became bleached.

 

I saw whale bones

Elephants stuck

 

Under the saw

Alive

 

Under the saw

Alive.

 

Crying

From their eyes.

 

The gruesome

Go.

 

I think he is out there.

Turning.

 

Visions

And the aperture.

 

I think this is him.

Moving.

 

But I am discerning in a new

Way.

 

Feeble and

Fearful.

 

O crawled pass

The vulgarity of man.

 

My shells and My sweat.

And the freedom did cease.

 

It did.

Clemence.

 

It did

Cease.

 

Aghostwantedtostealmybathingsuitinthebathhouse

 

 

(The Operation of Things)

 

O Clemence.

Truly the thieves went to the dry well.

 

And

There were no miracles at that well.

 

Just.

Little silver charms from the lace bracelet of a female

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had lost but she knew it would be loss.

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had gain because when you are running with bundles of life you have

 

No time to

Reflect.

 

What you do between storms

Is sleep so close to death and life

 

That the thumbs

Numb upon waking.

 

I have commanded the rivers.

I have commanded the rivers.

 

And where I stood there was blood dropping down down down down

And

 

Gulls cleaned their wings of blood for eternities.

And

 

I could not reach a thing to

Apologize or receive the asking of forgiveness.

 

I was sold out to new families.

And

 

Became someone else.

Entirely.

 

And I did not have to die to do this.

I have been shattered for the levels I have been called to.

 

God

Is

 

A

Masochist.

 

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In morning's mourning river

I am thrown.

 

In night's nacreous cloud river

I am pulled from.

 

What God's love is doing in the fibers of the clear tourmaline.

Will bare out.

 

O Clemence.

I hobble down the street filled with Jesus people.

 

And they speak

And they are channeled.

 

To speak to me.

By whom

 

I am not

Sure.

 

Are you sure?

At the lucky star of a hand that slaps a cheek.

 

I have a fish aura.

I have gone to the water to float with the trauma stones

 

Of what

Was

 

Lost

And

 

Not

Remembered

 

To

Be

 

Lost.

The creation of US.

 

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Programmers should move with care.

 

I can read your mind. I can tell you when you will die. I can tell you when you became alive. I can tell you about every moment of your life. I can tell you what will happen to you in love. I can tell you if you might become rich. I can tell you what they are saying in heaven. But you didn't even notice a thing, did you?

 

I can tear you apart, I can separate your ribs and touch your heart. I can tell you what you lost when you were 10 and I can tell you what you will lose. I can bring you before the faces of the people you miss. I can take you to the bush and set it on fire with my will. I can make you smile or I can give you the chills.

I can you make you out in a crowd. I can chase you and catch you.

I can chase you and let you go.

 

What is brought to me

I can easily give it away.

 

I can forget.

A face I love for years.

 

I can tell you sweet thoughts.

And tear the diamonds from the prongs of your ring.

 

I can make you a sensation.

I can make you feel a sensation.

 

I can charge you up with hope.

Or

 

Let you

Linger.

 

At the glass window

Of

 

Never.

 

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Part 5

 

Do not come around me with your nervousness.

I feel surrounded by shadows of any bad deeds you have.

 

Do not come around me with your fear of rejection.

I feel my blossoms will wilt from the sick life of your head.

 

O Clemence.

I am getting cleared by the female border guard.

 

She grew a bread

Over night.

 

Silly women.

Want to be men.

 

It is hard to carry a tarse around.

You can tell.

 

Men do not know happiness.

Ashem. אָשֵׁם

 

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Part 5.

 

O Clemence.

My Love.

 

My faith must be carried on in you.

Past me.

 

Today

26 and I shall die.

 

I love.

I love.

 

So many.

So many.

 

Though they stand like sticks in tall winters.

Waiting for the end of I.

 

O Clemence.

Whom shall I love on the day of my father's death?

 

Whom?

The whom blanket.

 

I saw my father through the wind

My lashes

 

Catch

The drops of moisture. Resting.

 

As cut glass.

I did not blink.

 

It was as if

Looking into a mirror.

 

I have read

That.

 

Others do this too.

He is like horse belly.

 

The mock orange tulips stank the rose bushes------

 

I watched him through.

In my ocean suit that looks like a manta ray.

 

O Clemence.

Will you collaspe with me to cry when it all stops happening?

 

I will not disappear.

When once

 

Is

Twice.

 

And.

I have chosen you to curate.

 

Sleepingwiththee7

 

The cane fields of blood.

Where the bloom games of love.

 

Open it one day. Clemence.

God and your love

 

Will be as one.

In the cold evening.

 

Air.

I walked

 

Pass the royal palm

And fell

 

Into

The Gold streets

 

Of

Hypomnesia.

 

Acornboy

 

Part 6.

 

I shall depart.

Like all things

 

I loved

And

 

Knew.

 

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The Nature of the Pain. Here.

What stands to the questioning

 

That continue in the bedding.

In the neck of a water

 

The size of a water

And

 

Does it meet

With something greater.

 

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I rose from the muscular waters

A sediment.

 

Earned silver

Hearing prayers in the heat between waves.

 

All that sanity

Turned

 

Into grief of thrown roses(bouquets)

For gone soul.

 

Godly protected.

And cold with the angles descent.

 

The known is simply

The unknown.

 

I rose from the sand

Forehead at the grey sky

 

A fallen second level

Of a creative failed aviator.

 

There fantastic insects

Flying. In the psychic air.

 

Flying.

Towards heaven's sinkhole and the hog.

 

Or

The fold of a book

 

Murdered insects

Slammed by readers.

 

An indolent child.

The next toy

 

Or crisp situation.

The ego is nude and this scares so many.

 

What is the innocence of anything.

Let me speak.

 

Let me speak.

This land

 

Will be returned to the beginning.

And the soul of man restored.

 

For US.

There is war.

 

Dragged down into the under tow.

Watching

 

Kings ships pass

Or Queens' anatomies.

 

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When I speak.

I speak.

 

To all those in the undertow.

You will float. (You have been below.)

 

Arm thyself.

Arm strongly.

 

 

We have lost geniuses

In the wreck of war.

 

In the wreck

Of

 

Our God Given

Mercy.

 

Open your hymn books.

The world will now change hands.

 

Thesorrowofdimitryshapirodonenow
(For Dmitry Shapiro)

Excerpted. Satchel Tate Cornstalk