Benoît Pioulard - Is in Its Clearest Form

The Very Edge of Its Flame

As Would a Weaver

And Relent

With No Advantage

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

That Wounded Weathered

Initial B.P.

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

So Etched in Memory

A Shade of Celadon

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

Anchor as the Muse

Of Everything That Rhymes

When We Were Young

Cornfield

Trap Or Die

Mocha

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Obsidian

OUT THE MUD

Black Flag

Peachfuzz

Splove

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