Sous La Plage - Benoît Pioulard

To have always been sold a vision so cold as the one born in between

Oh the sieve & the skein

Is it to say it’s all distraction & none of it matters

Once our pyres are gone & we’re all scattered

I’ve a layer of film & a coat of dust

Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust

These melted frames & plying games will not set a light in me

So what do you see

With every one an excuse for silent clatters

The clouds & dark horizon lines leave the day in tatters

My timely thoughts undo the knots in the hopes we used to flay

Oh so what do you say

Arranged in rows all paving stones hold delicate patterns

Amended once or twice I don’t think this one will shatter

I’ve a layer of film & a coat of dust

Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust

& centered on a heart selling platelets south

With lots of softer parts that fail from the mouth

By the time it pines, a line so fine is drawn in mine

Oh so rise & shine to know you’ll find the clearest kind

Half a world around, a sleeping love began aloud

But dormant in a shroud, to find its source we formed a crowd