Benoît Pioulard - Every cast light

Initial B.P.

That Wounded Weathered

As Would a Weaver

Is in Its Clearest Form

Of Everything That Rhymes

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Under the Break Arch

A Shade of Celadon

Whose Palms Create

So Etched in Memory

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

And Relent

Muntu wami

Ezinye

Residuals

Hey Kop

Sabela

Nothing

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Do You Mind

What I Might Do

Wave#2 (Boots Movement)

Медуза

Make It Easy

Mambotjie

I Don't Play About My Paper

Twisted