Idyll - Benoît Pioulard

Bring your borders forth, I’ve made it this far

Messages in morse born from the same star

Things to forget and things to lose

With fingers crossed, everything continues

Even cold seems warm when freezing

Shades of vernal harm make it easy

Pendulums and riddles in our causes

How to account for perennial pauses?

I’ll etch my faults in river ice

And wait for spring’s awakened poltergeist

A palimpsest to be rebuilt

Its fractured echo sinking to the silt