Benoit Pioulard Idyll
bring your borders forth, i've made it this far messages in morse borne from the same star things to forget & things to lose with fingers crossed, everything continues even cold seems warm when freezing shades of vernal harm make it easy pendulums & riddles in our causes how to account for perennial pauses? i'll etch my faults in river ice & wait for spring's awakened poltergeist a palimpsest to be rebuilt its fractured echo sinking to the silt