Benoît Pioulard - Anchor as the Muse

Is in Its Clearest Form

As Would a Weaver

Under the Break Arch

With No Advantage

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

So Etched in Memory

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

And Relent

That Wounded Weathered

A Shade of Celadon

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Of Everything That Rhymes

Снежинки

Девочка, танцуй

Где прошла ты

Пошла жара

Хищница

Пьяный туман

Мёртвый Анархист

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Никто

Black Samurai

Прыгну со скалы

Птичка

Rampampam

Кукла колдуна

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