Rto - Benoît Pioulard

Oh beneath the throne of God

Subtle sighs singe a silent sky

Through which drifts a post-full hazen moon

Into clouds of our own creation

Oh darling I can’t leave this room

So save your breath & desire

Set my house on fire

Our avenues are crumbled in aftershocks & rumbles

Sun seems to come from behind the altar

We swim in fearsome waters trying to drown each other

Ceding to a connection that’s bound to falter

A sense of right is humbled, apologies are mumbled

This seems completely unfamiliar

I made a scale model of the inner planets

I couldn’t find a home in particular

(I loved you)