Benoît pioulard

A woolgathering exodus

Benoît pioulard
The compass is stuck direction destructs

Petty for want of maintaining a precedent
The canopy smirks at argument
A verdant recess worthy of still-life
Feet on new floors & the charms of an aleph

Genesis in the occident
Parenthesis of a continent

Allegiant to the idea there is only a right place
Eras inside themselves, unrepentantly effaced
I clutch my few, who stay with me like an aura
& tend the garden well, giving rime to the flora

The compass is stuck
The lamb is amok

The compass is stuck directions destruct

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