The Exodus of Clemence (WJArmold)
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.
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.
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".
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.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
I will love everyone.













