A Woolgathering Exodus - Benoît Pioulard

Petty for want of maintaining a precedent

The canopy smirks at argument

A verdant recess worthy of still-life

Feet on new floors and 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

And tend the garden well, giving rime to the flora

The compass is stuck

The lamb is amok

The compass is stuck;

directions destruct