S e/o wing Moon, 2019

Paper, 8 A4 frames

Dimensions variable

It’s a hole, it’s mountain,


It’s a wheel, it’s an ocean,


It’s a full, it’s an empty


It is a bloom it is a die,


It’s a We, it’s a I,


    it is probably, what it’s not.


All we have is now,


         and it flies 


                     in our eyes 

                                                 like it is the speed of light. 



Turn the tides, the moon is rising.