Benoît Pioulard - As Would a Weaver

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Anchor as the Muse

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

A Shade of Celadon

Timber

My Lifestyle

Fantasy

Sabela

Girl I'm Gonna Miss You

A Desert Born in Twilight

When We Were Young

Damn

Sen Kaldın

Sign

Lie To Me

Don't Make Me Wait Too Long

Into A Mist

Party Rock Anthem

Savaş (The War)