Ahn - Benoît Pioulard

A consequence of circumstance is nigh with fury below

A sad scene swallows all the silken skies & shadows

And if I’m to be clear while in this seventh house

Patient as it nears, push fleeting flashes out

This shackled ether draws on fortune’s lease by lending

A practical expression of our peace & mending

It all makes sense but nothing comes to me, the lost half

The frame is shifted just enough to see the autograph

And if I’m to be clear while in this seventh house

Silent as it nears, a fleeting flash dies out

All desire is air, its bubbles rose & burst

No relent, no despair 'cause wordlessness is worse

An end to sate its means in secretary keep

Tidy-souled & lean & estuary deep

Swollen static sighs between the ink & pad

Scarring a reminder that nothing’s not so bad