Benoît Pioulard - Is in Its Clearest Form

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Initial B.P.

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

A Shade of Celadon

With No Advantage

Anchor as the Muse

Corruption

OUT THE MUD

Hey Kop

Nothing

Sabela

Ezinye

get him back!

Twisted

Muntu wami

Hayat Şaşırtır!

Doo Be Doo

Why Won't You Love Me

Raf

Hayat Şaşırtır!

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