Benoît Pioulard - Daisy wound

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Under the Break Arch

That Wounded Weathered

So Etched in Memory

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Whose Palms Create

As Would a Weaver

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Initial B.P.

Of Everything That Rhymes

A Shade of Celadon

По барам

Komarovo

Где прошла ты

Птичка

Кукла колдуна

Black Samurai

Дурак и молния

Прыгну со скалы

КАК MOMMY

Marmalade

Никто

Алёшка

Девочка, танцуй

Снежинки

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