Benoit Pioulard Ahn
a consequence of circumstance is nigh with fury below a sad scene swallows all the silken skies & shadows & if i'm to be clear while in this seventh house patient as it nears, push fleeting flashes out this shackled ether draws on fortune's lease by lending a practical expression of our peace & mending it all makes sense but nothing comes to me, the lost half the frame is shifted just enough to see the autograph & if i'm to be clear while in this seventh house silent as it nears, a fleeting flash dies out all desire is air, its bubbles rose & burst no relent, no despair cos wordlessness is worse an end to sate its means in secretary keep tidy-souled & lean & estuary deep swollen static sighs between the ink & pad scarring a reminder that nothing's not so bad
