The bed is made
where time will lie
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.
Poem by Angelica Lébre in response to the process behind the works.
'The Edge', The Columbia Hotel Residency with Roman Road, London (2020)