Clemence

I want to say Clemence is the creature you need to save, look out and grab and twist.
The facts were there.
On my tables my heart pounded, miraculously I saw the birds in this twisting blood,
Guts they shared.
Cheap souls, they grabbed the gold, fantastic.

"And unbelievable", I said, myself a honeysucker that does not unveil the possibilities.
Today you won the match, as a surprise our days collided.

Clemence, angel
"But today the gun is easily oiled."

If she's a freak of nature, I will swallow my own words, as the ache would.
On this, your law, I don't crave any manners.
Manners are left, sufficience on your tongue to save the girl that eats from your silver tree.

To Clemence, once a sacrament.
When will the day come?

Days are balmy, and find their way back.
The sin being inland, or not.