The Exodus of Clemence (WJArmold)

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O. Clemence. O.

They are everywhere.

 

And they do not communicate

Abstractly.

 

Consuming what it is I am listening to

God.

 

 

The End is a reception

Of 

 

Broken Uncomfortableness.

Clock Journals.

 

The cruelest sound I heard

Was my own voice

 

Making decisions

For myself.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I could go I could go

 

If

I let myself.

 

Through the branches of leaves

Pass the waving flags

 

And the broken windows

Of angels.

 

Carrying these worms of mistalkes

Above the lit towns.

 

That grew and then did

Growing.

 

I am going home soon.

Devils or yapping women.

 

I am going home soon.

Nothing got born

 

To replace

This French Silence.

 

Uponaball

 

O. Clemence. O.

Dry the vaults of my body.

 

The air coral

Is rain there.

 

I saw a light appear at the point.

A ball of white light life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If one can survive.

 

One can be saved.

I shall fall or be called.

 

Will you please come and get me?

I am wearing my famous black skirt.

 

Parachute for Solar Systems.

I invent.

 

Life is a way to find a way

Not to collaspe the main event.

 

Is there something I forgot

When I brought myself to obvilion.

 

 

 

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O. Clemence. O.

The Bell is not in our hearts anymore.

 

In our prisons.

In our exquiste stolen dream lands.

 

I have found nothing defended.

And is the sea golden or broken.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The sea's water

 

Has turned to ivory.

And you

 

Ly

In

 

It

Like a child in a cherry bowl.

 

I was crushed to pieces

By a dynamic piece.

 

What is broken

Breaks

 

Something else.

And co-figured.

 

War 2 War.

Is fighting itself in mirrors.

 

You want what? Dear?

In your bandage wrap.

 

I became

Addicted to wraps.

 

And how faded faded faded faded faded this family has become.

Silk milk.

 

Falling through

The metal of men.

 

A tremendous amount

Will let you

 

As J. Says,

"Crap off".

 

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Part 2

 

O. Clemence. O.

The night rooms are filled

 

With soap stains.

And fallen bare chested sweating men.

 

And the dirty swimming pools

With the lonely pool light on

 

Through the quvier of morning mourning 

And the prayers of evening.

 

Still on.

In the frozen winters.

 

In summers'

Slums.

 

Filled with our women

Floating face up.

 

 

Drowned by earth's air.

You did not carry us.

 

You did not carry us.

You could have carried us.

 

Through the losses

Of familes farms furniture futures fathers finances 

 

The

American hand.

 

Believe in us.

For Christ's sake

 

Believe in us.

All summer they threw women and children

 

To the

Thunders.

 

Re-voiced

On earth.

 

Consumed by

Man's devil heart.

 

My-Theirs

Heart fell apart in the Devil's Dark.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

Make Movement Mean More.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Another lot of

 

Sand Men

Falling in

 

The Jesus lands.

The Bells of Belquis.

 

Floating Clarity.

One strand of gold stripped from the Star Stone.

 

A belt of flesh.

Bundle of Almonds.

 

Life and my demonstrative Voodoo.

I have given and stolen teeth structures.

 

(The truth is they walked all over me. This is the truth. My heart was broken.My body was broken. And they still walked all over me. But I went to my Faith and my Poison.I was Gulliver in the tragic. Cadmean victory in my ash stained eyes. There is tissue damage by now.)

 

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O. Clemence. O.

There is so much at stake.

 

A Ton-Ton Nation.

They cannot keep having what they are having.

 

Not to the recordings.

Not to the recordings of my hands.

 

 

Release it.

Release it.

 

Bundle your fatal moments.

Do you want to collect your dew 

 

From my fingers.

Barrier.

 

Cling Nation.

The more they pretend 

 

Eternities.

The more I distance myself from them.

 

Daily

Death.

 

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New Part

 

O. Clemence. O.

The Columns of Hastings.

 

In the morning man

In the way I could not sleep on Fell Street.

 

O. Clemence. O.

He did not make my life real.

 

He created a massacre

That is not real.

 

If innocence dies

Killed off

 

Forced into exile

Or

 

Lining the dug earth

If this happens.

 

The light

That devotes

 

Will go

Out.

 

This is not a metronome

Lives are not a rusting

 

To kill is  kill.

There is no vacation.

 

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Innoculation.

Vaccination.

 

Re-motion.

Does not happen on our earth.

 

The earth lines.

They can meet the divine. Mind.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I shall be power in thee.

 

Flee and freed

I will count the called.

 

The chosen can go home and sleep longer.

Luck is Luck.

 

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Part New

 

O. Clemence. O.

The haze

 

Asks

Me into the haze.

 

The fading

And you must ask yourself

 

How do I remove myself?

I useto ask to dance

 

Angels 

Nervous

 

And

Clutching their mothers.

 

I went to the witch.

I sent myself as witch mail.

 

And they gave me

Protection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Then the Witch War Broke Out.

 

Over

Their bread

 

The prayer over the Lamb Lord

The prayer over the Money Lord

 

The prayer over the Prayer Lord.

The prayer over Rain

 

That

Is

 

The Psalms of Lungs.

Tissue thy Lord not in display bottles.

 

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Kevin Foster

Helped me carry

 

Chris Stevens

Through the Haze Garden

 

I knelt over his bruised eternity in the fold of a dusty accordian.

Who I am is who I dare.

 

I breathed into his eye spots.

And Kevin

 

Gave him the heart of his camera.

The subject is Dark Blue.

 

Somebody is who is who thinks he will not have to be naked and dragged.

It will happen to. ALL.

 

In the unbreakable father and mother of my reservation.

Into our gardens of fire flowers.

 

He sat up and begun:

This. You. Are not a Nation of Sex.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Drugs.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Disrespect.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Murder.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Abduction.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Male Kings.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Uneven Love.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Mocked Labour.

This. You. Are not a Nation of  Devoured Vision.

 

This. You. Are not seeing what the vision sees.

So.

 

See

Nothing

 

Then.

You.

 

Are.

Married.

 

To

The.

 

End.

Of ENDS. S. S. S.S. S. S. S.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband on film yesterday.

 

I had sewn him into my burned scar

And

 

He had sewn me into his foreskin.

The lights on the Christmas Berries were on in the connection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband in countless films yesterday.

 

He had become older in the game.

His business is Games.

 

Maybe

It is the

 

Game of all Games.

All.

 

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All of us are so badly lost

We dream in storms.

 

In 

The

 

Cargo

Bay

 

Built 

By

 

Hogs.

And.

 

Human Hearts in Scarecrows.

A field of fuel 

 

For

This kind of

 

Biological weapon that protends

Death.

 

Let me sleep.

For I have harvested my husband from his game.

 

For the last fatal time.

He must make the most of it.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

I.

 

In.

The

 

Equanimity of Joy. Warm in fever's rainbow.

The bread is browning under my eyes. 

 

For my mystery

To radiation me.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The World The World The World The World

 

Must start the talks with Death.

It is what fuels any form of violence.

 

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Do not be afraid.

I am the saleswoman for it.

 

I have loved and loved and loved and loved.

I have loved deeply what the sea has brought me.

 

What is dead What breathes.

 As I dieThen

 

ThenThen

ThenThen

 

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I will love everyone.

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