Benoît Pioulard
Sault
Steady my uncertain circulationO aimless carrier of respirationJewels on a lash, all exists in reserveParallel paths yield a parallel curveThe hiss of a smoke cherry sizzled in snowIs a stale tone to break every quake in the roseTear-water tea & speaker-sighed proseA howl of furnace breath to curl the toesPick me up & brush me offSplinter, cluster, & vaporStung by the pace of constancy lossIn glint, in dust, on paper
From Letras Mania