Benoît Pioulard - Whose Palms Create

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Anchor as the Muse

As Would a Weaver

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Of Everything That Rhymes

A Shade of Celadon

That Wounded Weathered

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

Initial B.P.

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

The Very Edge of Its Flame

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