The bed is made

where time will lie

Imprint itself

No standard bed it is

for it is a liquid bed

with no frame or mattress

A bed where time can go for a swim

before lights dim

before it falls asleep

before the effect of its presence

locks itself in place

before poetry can no longer be written

before time is bedridden.

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Poem by Angelica Lébre in response to the process behind the works.

 

'The Edge', The Columbia Hotel Residency with Roman Road, London (2020)