The moment an experience cannot exist in you alone
but needs to be expressed through words shapes and colour
The world is breaking itself all over us
and motive is the grasp for her fragments,
then the piecing of them together.
Motive is in the things your eyes are drawn to,
its in the fusing of the senses, so that
the way the waves refused to break
by stretching themselves into the horizon
and the way dazzling sun, drew gazes as she bared
herself though her grey smoke entrance
beyond the sense of sight into natures siren call.
and so the sun speaks of the moons tides she gives way to
and of the years of marine debris she takes with her
under the cover of dusk.