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.
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?
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.
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.
(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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
Part 6.
I shall depart.
Like all things
I loved
And
Knew.
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.
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.
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.
(For Dmitry Shapiro)
Excerpted. Satchel Tate Cornstalk









