The Exodus of Clemence ( Woman of the Apocalypse 11:19)

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(This manipulation makes me feel my hurt. I did not think I could do that so fast, a few hours. I came really close to how hard it is to be alive in hues and times like these.  This is the most Polynesian I have come to feeling Polynesian.)

 

O. Clemence. O.

I came to you for help.

You.

Lied to me.

My breakwalls did not leak

Abiding planets hatching in the Salt Quarry.

Smolten

Soul.

In the military locket

Where an eye docked.

I lost my father in the Natatorium.

I clasped the cast iron gates to see him one time yet.

I was born onto the moon not the sun.

And so becomes.

Illumination gets one.

Eradication gets none.

I laboured two days for my son.

He was born in a crowd. 12 28 29.

My wings

Divine Chemistry.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

To do this is frightening.

Mercy has money sniffing dogs.

I saw the head cutter miles up.

By standing on the pale stone walls of the canal

With an errection.

I waited for the

Artic Wave.

Bug

Swarm Swollen lips.

We are never too late to love a man.

I have loved a man.

O. Clemence. O.

Set your Snakes and Butterflies free.

You would be so proud of me

I have been kept by the wicked food in Hemingway's bread.

(I hate womanizers. They have a body odor that is of a cheapness.

Men lose something when they stay married. Much more than what women lose.)

Spoken of by the Lobotomist

And his loyal Lobotomys.

Separation Ribs.

They squeezed my heart.

Like rapists.

What washes up on the shore I am sure is what does not wash up on the shore

That

Is waited for.

The elephants are dead in the Cairo Bedlam.

Opiates in the Ivory.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

We done sing by the rivers and the shores

Who is one

To find above?

Libraries in the Blues of Christ.

The eggs were blue.

We slept like

Snuffed candles.

O. Clemence. O.

And man was using a saw a sander a paint brush of cherry resin from the China Trains.

As I bared my breast

To pull the growing seaweed from the holes in my nipples.

Do not worry about the distance.

It can be travelled.

My love is in the miles.

Love is in the miles.

Milk and Miles.

My Love.

That is all it takes.

My Love.

 

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